She didn’t know how it was possible, but each time he kissed her was more intense than the last. She dug her fingers into his chest, sinking into every new sensation. The scent of his body wash. The hint of toothpaste. The hammering of his heart against her hand, beating as hard as hers. No one would interrupt them this time.
The realization tied her gut in knots, and her anticipation spiked.
“Jesus, the things you do to me.” His lips hummed against her skin, as he traced them down her neck. “And you don’t realize it.” He trailed his palm along her arm to her hand, then moved both down his stomach. He wrapped her fingers around the bulge in his jeans, groaning when she stroked through denim. “I fantasize about your mouth wrapped around my cock.” He caught her earlobe between his teeth, tugging before he let go. “What it’ll feel like to bury my dick inside you. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”
At least she wasn’t the only one. Each time she dragged a finger along his erection, he jerked into her hand. He was big. Was that normal? “What if it doesn’t fit?” She flushed, as the question slipped out.
He licked along the edge of her ear, his whisper as much breath as voice. “I promise you’ll enjoy every minute of this, even when there’s a little pain.”
That sounded far more enticing than she’d expect. “It’s a promise, huh? Be careful. You’ll give me high expectations.”
“Good.” He raked his nails down her back, before pulling the shirt over her head. He leaned away to look her over and smirked. The way he looked at her made need clench in her belly and focus between her legs, throbbing and damp. “Pink. Noted.”
“What is?”
“Your nipples. It’s tough to daydream about doing this, when I can’t picture them.”
Before she could ask doing what, he lowered his head and licked one hardened nub. The coarse texture of his tongue over the sensitive skin drew a sigh. That was much more intense than her own fingers. When he wrapped his lips—warm and firm—around the area and scraped his teeth along the skin, her hips bucked.
His laugh murmured over her body. “Let’s see what other buttons you have.” He alternated his attentions between her breasts, sucking one while he pinched and pulled at the other. Her head grew light from the gasps and continuous pleasure, and she lost track of where one lick stopped and the next tweak started.
He moved his mouth back to hers, and the cool air danced over the dampness on her chest. His nails scraped along her hips when he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her shorts. It only took a nudge, to send the clothing sliding to the ground.
He looked her over again. The groan that tore from his throat rolled over her and filled her floaty thoughts with promises of him doing things to her she couldn’t imagine. “Jesus Christ. You’re bald.” He was focused on her crotch.
“It’s a profile thing.”
He joined her again, one hand at her back and the other dancing along her skin, between her navel and her mound. “You don’t mean like a website profile.”
She liked having this effect on him. The throaty sounds he made. The way his voice dropped every time he looked at her. “I don’t wear panties under my bodysuit when I dance. The goal is minimal lines disrupting my profile.”
“Fuck.” He skated his fingers lower, along the edges of her thighs, and her core ached for that touch. “If you were anyone else in the entire fucking world, you’d be my sites’ hottest starlet.”
“But because I’m me?” An irrational fear poked up its head, asking if she wanted to know the answer.
He nudged her back, to sit on the bed. “You’re all mine.” As he lowered himself, he pushed her to lie back, then kissed along her chest, down her stomach, and over the top of her legs. He nudged her thighs apart and kissed up the inside of one, then down the other, never touching the wetness between. She squirmed under the attention, gripping the comforter to keep her hands from acting on their own. She ached to slide her fingers down there if he wouldn’t. But the agony of anticipation was delicious.
He traced her lower lips with a fingertip, sliding easily over smooth, slick skin, and a new level of enjoyment jolted through her. When he followed the same path with his tongue, she gasped, and her butt rose several inches to get closer.
“You like that?” His breath was tantalizing against her skin.
She managed to force a mhm through her whimper.
“You taste amazing.” He followed her folds, licking up. When he wrapped his lips around her aching button, she cried out and ground into his face. The first shudder of climax rolled through her, but flattened out when he eased up the pressure. For several moments, he sucked until he pushed her to the edge, then softened his touch. She squirmed under the ministrations, licking her lips to find moisture, unable to think about anything but the face buried between her legs.
He carried her to the brink again, but this time didn’t back off. Orgasm gripped her, crashing over her body, flowing through her arms, and sapping the strength from her legs. She jerked away from his touch when it became too much. He moved his mouth back to hers, dancing and splaying his fingers over the outside edges of her mound.
She dove into the kiss. She’d tasted herself before, on her own fingers. It was different on someone else’s lips. Its own kind of high. As the rush started to ebb, she felt a nudge at her opening, and before she could process it, a sharp sting snapped between her legs. His finger was deeper insider her than she'd ever dared go with her vibrator. He slid it out and in again, and ecstasy mingled with the pain.
“Are you okay?” He searched her eyes.
She bit her bottom lip. “I think you broke something.”
“That was the point. Now”—he kissed along the edge of her ear, voice a whisper—“I fuck you until you’re sore and hoarse.”
A chill of anticipation raced through her, and she nodded.