In a move I’d never even consider if I wasn’t drunk on him already, I tuck my fingers under his waistband and tug him closer, needing more.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
“Like you need to ask, Sunshine.”
His lips descend on mine, his muscular body lowering and pressing my much smaller one into the mattress. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, pinning us together as he kisses me as if I’m the air he needs to survive.
My skin burns with need as his hand slips under my jumper, his fingers splaying across my ribs.
His hips roll, his hard length rubbing against my core, sending pleasure shooting through me.
“Fuck, Calli,” he groans, ripping his lips from mine and kissing across my jaw and down my neck. “You get me so hot.”
Goosebumps erupt across my skin as he sucks on my neck, grazing my sensitive skin with his teeth.
“Ant, God,” I moan, my nails scratching across his back.
He kisses down my chest that’s exposed by the deep V of my jumper before slipping his hand higher and cupping my breast.
My back arches with my need for more.
“Oh God,” I moan when he pinches my nipple through the lace of my bra.
“I love watching you come apart. It’s all I’ve been able to think about this week.”
It’s not the first time things have gotten this far with us, but it’s never gone further than him losing his shirt and dry humping me until I shatter while he’s probably about to come in his pants.
Every time he’s made me come, I’ve been flooded with guilt that I haven’t returned the favour, but he’s always assured me that it’s fine and he hasn’t pushed for more.
Such a freaking sweetheart.
It should be everything I could want. But there’s always someone else in my head. Someone who wasn’t going to let me off easy. Someone who was going to take everything.
Sitting up a little, Ant pushes my jumper up, exposing my stomach and bra.
“Shit, this is sexy,” he murmurs, running his finger around the lace edge.
A quiet, needy whimper escapes my lips.
“More?” he asks, a wicked glint in his eyes.
I hesitate for a second and he sees it, but thankfully, he doesn’t question me this time. Instead, he drags my jumper up and off my body, throwing it to the floor with his. He lowers his head once more and presses his lips to the swell of my breast, tucking his fingers beneath the fabric and exposing me.
His eyes hold mine the whole time, telling me that I can stop whenever I want. But even if I wanted to, I’d be incapable of saying the word as I watch as his full lips wrap around my nipple.
All the air rushes from my lungs as his heat surrounds me.
“Oh shit,” I gasp when he sucks hard.
He teases me until I can barely stand it as my body edges closer to release, his hips still slowly rocking into me.
With my fingers twisted in his hair, holding him against me, he begins kissing lower, over the soft skin of my stomach before dipping his tongue into my belly button.
My stomach clenches hard as I read his intentions in his eyes.
“I want to taste you, Calli. Tell me I can,” he damn near begs.
Mindlessly, I nod, and the most breathtaking smile appears on his lips a beat before he drops to his stomach between my legs.