My dirty desires.
They aren’t complicated. But they are rarely fulfilled.
I’ve grown accustomed to spectacular sex in my head, mediocre sex in my life.
But right now, with this man’s face between my legs, his mouth murmuring against my flesh?
Nothing is mediocre.
I melt into the bed as he kisses and licks. Then he stops for a second, looks up at me. His mouth glistens. His eyes sparkle. “Bet you’d like it more if you grabbed my hair,” he suggests, his eyes drifting to my hands by my sides.
Oh. Sheesh. I’m a piece of work. “Sometimes I don’t know what to do with my hands,” I say, feeling a little foolish.
“I’ll show you what I like then. That work for you?” he asks.
Oh, God.Yes.No one has said that before. “Please,” I rush out.
He reaches for my hands, returns his mouth to my center, then curls my fingers around his head.
With a long, slow, tantalizing lick, he makes a show-don’t-tell case for spending the day between my thighs. Then, he says, “Grab my head hard. Run your fingers through my hair. Pull me close. Push me away. Do whatever the fuck you want.” With his eyes locked on mine, he lowers his voice more. “Use my face to get off.”
Holy fuck.
I sizzle from head to toe. No one has ever spoken to me like that. So direct, so dirty.
I tighten my grip around his head, then close my eyes. “Do that thing again. What you just did,” I whisper.
“Like this?” he asks seductively, then takes all the luxurious time in the world licking me.
Up, down, over and again.
I grip tighter, tug him closer. Only once does he break his pace to say, “That’s right, Brooke. Do whatever you want. Fuck my face like this,” he urges.
Tingles shoot up my legs and coil in my belly where a tight, hot pulse races faster, faster. And it feels so good, like I’m so close. I want to shout and cry. I want to give in to this moment.
Butwhat if?
What if it doesn’t happen?
I stay quiet, too afraid to let go.
Even though I’m on the cusp, there’s no way I’ll reach the end.
I wrap my hands tighter around him, but I don’t pull him closer. I push him off.
He looks both concerned and drunk on me. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, but I’ll have a better shot if you flip me over and fuck me so hard I can’t think.”
He stares at me with his jaw hanging open as if he can’t believe his luck. “This is the best day ever.”
Let’s hope so.
Quickly, I find a condom in the nightstand then set it on the bed so I can tug off his shirt. I roam my hands all over him, a quick exploration. “Your chest…wow. Just wow,” I say, then I want to get to know his arms too.
But he grabs my wrists and stops me. “When my face was between your thighs, you were afraid you wouldn’t come, right?”
I close my eyes, then nod. “Yes.”