“You…”—his lips traveled up my legs— “are going to be exhausted…”—his tongue rolled over my stomach—“when I’m done with you.” He hovered over my chest before detouring to my mouth, kissing me deeply.
“Still think they’re fake?” I asked as his fingers traced the underwire of my bra.
With a smirk, he lowered his eyes to my breasts before settling to one side of my body. “Hmmm…” His finger slid over and under each breast, as if repeatedly drawing an infinity symbol. “I’ll have to run some tests before making my final conclusion.”
“Tests?” I tittered. “And what will that entail?”
He glanced up to my smile, and something flickered through his energy. “First…” He cleared his throat as he refocused. “Smell.”
My breasts bounced up and down with my laughter as he climbed over me, shadowing my tiny frame with his muscular body.
Cupping a boob in each hand, he squeezed them together before nuzzling his nose into my cleavage. “Hmmm…”
“Hmmm…what?”
“Patience…the results aren’t in yet.”
“Fine,” I huffed, pretending to be bothered. “So, what’s the second test?”
He slipped his hand under my back, and with one easy flick, my bra loosened over my chest. “Sight.”
My brow rose. This guy was experienced.
He tossed the bra aside and muttered, “Fuck me.”
“Convinced yet?”
He rested his finger on my lips, shushing me. “Now for the third test…touch.”
I drew in a shaky breath as his hand trailed down the side of my breast, then underneath, then in between, before devouring it into his large, talented hand. His mouth parted while he massaged.
“How am I doing?” I asked, happy to re-take the test if required.
His voice grew hoarse. “It appears you’re telling the truth…but there’s just one more test.”
“And that is?”
“The most important one.” He moistened his lips. “Taste.”
My head fell back in ecstasy as he lowered his mouth to my erect tips. His tongue swirled around my nipple, first left, then right, until my clit was pulsating with jealousy. Dominic never felt comfortable with my breasts after Finn was born, so this was an absolute delight.
A jolt of electricity shuddered through me as he pinched my peak while devouring the other. The mixture of pleasure and pain was unbelievably arousing, and I shocked myself with how much I enjoyed it. Dominic had been a gentle lover. This man was something else entirely.
As he continued to worship my well-endowed chest, he freed one hand to explore my body. It traveled down every curve and crevice until it settled over my freshly manicured mound that, thankfully, my sister had persuaded me to sort out once I had arrived in the city.
“Are you going to behave?” he asked, dragging his mouth from my nipple while his hand dipped closer to my throbbing core.
“No promises,” I rasped out, raising my pelvis, craving pressure.
His tongue traced my lips before delving inside, mimicking his finger below. His hand slowed with my gasp. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“It’s um…well…it’s been a while.”
“That’s a fucking crime.” He shook his head. “A woman like you should be taken care of.” He kissed my lips as his thumb circled my clit. “I’m going to have to loosen you up. Is that what you want?”
I nodded in lieu of my lost voice.
“Pardon?”