“I’m going to make you come.” He strokes up my leg. “With my fingers.” He kisses the inside of my knee. “My mouth.” His hands catch on my panties. “And my cock.”
Is that me shaking or him?
“Now?” My voice is a squeak.
“Now.” He agrees, dragging me towards him by his hips and pushing my legs apart. Before I can think to push him away, he holds my wrists above my head, locked in just one of his big hands. His other slowly guides my shirt up, stopping just under my breasts. “If your answer is yes.”
“Fuck yes,” I pant.
Lief groans and kisses me hard and deep, making sure I know exactly how much he wants me. He grinds against me, his cock hard as a rock already. I squirm against his hold on me, wanting to touch him, to strip him, to get on top of him right fucking now.
“Patience.” He purrs against my lips.
But then he pulls my shirt up to my chin and licks across the top curve of my breast before kissing between them. “Beautiful.”
“Lief!” My back arches. “Please!”
But he takes his fucking time, kissing slowly, teasing me with his finger circling closer and closer to my nipple until he finally rolls it between his fingers while sucking and licking my other. I squirm against him, tugging on my wrist despite his firm grasp, needing more than the gentle flick of his tongue and his soft touches.
“I’m not going to fucking break,” I growl.
His eyes flick to me, deadly dangerous. He pinches my nipple, punishing me for my comment. But it’s not a fucking punishment, it’s a reward. I moan and my head falls back. Lief echoes the sound against my skin.
His hand strokes down my belly, then he’s dragging my underwear down my thighs. I shift to help, impatient, wet, and needy as hell. I want him inside menow. Before we can be interrupted again by anything or anyone
But his fingers tease my slit, even while my ankles are tangled in my panties. My hips rock against his hand and he lightly bites my breast. Gasping, I try to spread my legs, clumsy and demanding.
Two of his fingers circle my clit, stroke down to my entrance, dip in as a tease, then back to my clit, rubbing hard and fast. I moan and ride his fingers, increasing the pressure just like I need.
“Fuck.” I moan.
“So wet, Valerie.”
“Your fault.” I pant. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
When I rock forward again, his fingers slip into me, filling me so much better than my own. They’re so much bigger than mine, so much better. My eyes flutter shut as sparks catch across my body. His teeth digging into my throat, his fingers thrusting in and out of my wet pussy again and again as his thumb rubs my clit.
Oh, it’s too much. My back arches and I let out a hoarse yell as I come for him, pleasure ripping through my body until I’m a shaking mess. Lief kisses me before I can catch my bearings and makes me come for his fingers again. And again.
He releases my hands, but they stay put. I’m dizzy, my eyes are heavy, and all I can do is tell him how good he feels. I feel something against my lips and open my mouth obediently. Lief’s fingers push into my mouth, stroking along my tongue so I can taste myself there. Groaning, I suck his fingers, then lick between them.
He jerks his hand back and my eyes open just for him to kiss me, his tongue teasing mine as I give in and tug on his shirt, pulling it off him and continuing to kiss him as my body rolls against him.
Lief’s skin is hot, soft, and silky. I stroke over his chest and abs until I tug on his belt. He grabs my hands and chuckles. “So impatient.”
“I want you,” I complain.
“Be good and you get to have everything you want.” He promises before kissing me again. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do as I’m told, holding them up and apart as Lief sits up on his knees. He looks me over and licks across his bottom lip. My legs are shaking from that searing gaze alone. He jerks me closer and nearly bends me in half so he can devour my pussy as I watch.
Whimpering, I try to move against his tongue, try to get him right where I need him, but one of his arms locks around my middle, holding me against him, almost upside down as he licks deeper and flattens his tongue over my clit.
“Oh fuck.” I moan.
Lief’s breath rushes over my pussy, making my legs twitch as he continues the maddening pace. No fantasy comes close to him or his sinful tongue. Groaning, I give up the fight and surrender control. He sucks and laps at my clit until my body tightens and I grip the sheets, trying to hold on and hold out.
It’s useless. I give in with his name on my tongue as I shatter all over again. But he doesn’t stop, he only adds his fingers, plunging even deeper into me at this angle. I don’t get the chance to come down from orgasm one, I just tumble into the second one, feeling the rumble of his satisfaction as I do.