Pulling back an inch, her warm breath hits my lips. “I want to taste you.”
I open my eyes and lift my head away from hers, seeing the biggest shit-eating grin. My dick is throbbing from her words.
“You don’t have to. I’m having enough fun just touching you,” I say, running my hand to the back of her neck and holding it to stare into her gaze.
“I know, but I want to.”
I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment to collect myself. “Fuck.”
How can I deny her?
It’s not that I don’t want it. Because I do. But I also want her to come again.
Carrying her effortlessly up the stairs, following her directions, I pass the mess and make a mental note to come down later and clean up for her when she falls asleep. I’m not someone who sleeps much anyway.
Our lips still touch with every step I take, because I need it. I need her. I haven’t felt this way for a very long time. We fit perfectly together.
She pulls away from my lips and whispers, “The room on the right.”
I don’t answer. I just kiss her again and she kisses me harder, our teeth clashing in the frenzy. Entering a room, I only disconnecting our lips to lower her onto the bed. With her sprawled before me, I trail more kisses over her body, knowing I need to get my fill of her taste and scent.
“Are you ready to come again?” I ask between kisses.
“Well, weren’t you the one who said, and I quote, ‘I’ll have you coming until you’re so spent…’”
I chuckle against her throat and mumble, “Don’t be cheeky,Bella.”
“I’m not. But I can still move, and I’m not ready to sleep yet.”
“Well, then you definitely need to come more.”
She nods eagerly, an infectious smile on her face.
“But don’t forget, I want you in my mouth.”
I pinch my lips together.
This woman!
“And I want that too. There is nothing that sounds more perfect than having those pink pretty lips wrapped around me. But I want you to come again, okay?”
I hover over her, my hands on either side of her head, watching as lust takes over her expression. She bites her lips and nods, and before I can tell her to speak, she says, “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Pushing back, I get off the bed to remove my soaked shirt. She leans on her elbows, her hooded eyes locked on me, her mouth parted and breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looks ravishing as she watches me, captivated by every pop of a button. I shrug the shirt off my shoulders, and she sucks in an audible gasp.
“You know how to make a man feel good,” I say.
“I’ve never met a man that looks that good. You’re going to wreck me for all other men.”
“Precisely,” I say with a smug grin. Loving that she will always remember this between us.
“I’m already ruined,” she mumbles.
Smirking, she pushes herself off the bed, dropping to her knees, making me stumble back a step.
I hiss from the sight. “You look good on your knees.”