All too soon, he removed his hand from my hair. But he quickly made up for that by pulling on my shirt, and tugging it over my head before tossing it to the floor. Then his hand dipped behind me, and his agile fingers unlatched my bra, single-handedly. My breasts rested on my chest, nipples pointing to the ceiling.
Steele stared at them as though they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Then he gripped the one closest to him and plopped it into his mouth. His teeth scraped my skin as his tongue danced the alphabet on my nipple. The sensations made my toes curl, and I sucked in a breath as my arousal flooded my pants.
I knew if he continued his course, I was going to orgasm without him touching my pussy. Even the idea of having an orgasm without a single touch on my sex had me throbbing between my legs.
I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes focusing on the sensations that pulsated through me.
Steele moved on to the other breast, using his hand to tease and manipulate the breast he just had in his mouth. He centered himself above me, laying his weight on me and I could feel the sheer hardness of his dick beneath his pants.
A shuddering sigh left my lips as I raked the tips of my fingers along his back, gathering up the fabric of his shirt and tugging it over his head, forcing him to break away from my breast.
He chuckled. “Eager?”
“Just a little bit,” I said.
He smirked and kissed me again, shoving a hand beneath the waistband of my pants, sliding the tips of his fingers along my sex.
“Delightful,” he moaned out.
I sucked in a breath and spread my legs wider, giving him full access to my sensitive clit and slick entrance.
“Patience my dear. There isn’t a hurry,” he murmured in my ear then sucked on the edge of my ear lobe.
The warmth that had built between my hips flooded through me in a rush. I cried out my pleasure, rocking against Steele’s hand, as he continued to palpate my clit and kiss parts of my body, sending me into sensory overload.
Once the orgasm faded, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and catching my breath. Part of me was slightly disappointed because I wanted to know what it would have been like to orgasm without having my sex touched, but I was thrilled he had touched me all at the same time.
Steele moved out of my periphery, and I settled my attention on him. He deviously smiled. “Break time is over.”
I sucked in a breath as he pulled on my pants, removing them and my panties in one infallible motion. He lowered himself between my legs. I sucked in a breath and braced for what was to come.
Gently, Steele wrapped his arms around my legs. Then he lowered his face to my sex, nuzzling my mound with the tip of his nose. He sucked in a deep breath and moaned. “You smell delicious.”
I shuddered. “You’ll have to be the judge of that.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said and started going to town on my sex. Each lap of his tongue against my clit sent a jolt of electricity through me. I clutched fistfuls of the blanket in my hands and tried desperately not to let my thighs shake too much or clamp on his head.
I wiggled beneath him, unable to escape the ecstasy his mouth sent me too.
And within minutes, I was crying out through another orgasm. My voice echoed against the walls and I tried desperately to control how loud I was, but it seemed Steele had the invisible controller to my volume and knew exactly how to keep the orgasm going… and going… and going…
Just when I thought one wave of climax was over, another cycle began, and I became entangled in the comforter covering the bed. My back arched, my legs twitched and convulsed, and the waves of endless pleasure that rocketed through me nearly broke my mind.
Finally, he had his fill of my sex and pulled away, releasing my thighs to undo his pants and slide them down his legs enough to release his magnificent erection. He gave himself a few strokes before resting the tip at my entrance.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I said through a breathy sigh.
He chuckled. “But what a sweet death it will be.”
“Beautiful, too,” I muttered.
He leaned over me and lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. “Don’t worry, I’ll resurrect you.”
I smiled and then he shoved himself into me. I sucked in a breath and clung to his shoulders. The scent of his spicy cologne filled my lungs and my eyes squeezed closed as everything inside me felt as though it was magnified by one hundred.
Steele moved inside me, stretching me and filling me. Each stroke and motion worked to jumpstart another orgasm, but my nerves also felt like they were turning into putty. Then his mouth pressed into mine and I felt like I was floating, levitating through the room.
I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see the room spin around me and not wanting to be wrong. I shut out the world and fell into the moment between him and me. Just the two of us. The rest of the world melted away.