I clutched his shirt. “I said,don’t stop.”
That was all it took for him to get my jeans off. He burrowed his face in my slit, next, tongue extending to swarm my folds. Every inch of me shuddered as all my focus rushed to the point between my thighs, to where he lapped eagerly, to the place he was quickly claiming as his.
And I was helpless to stop it.
A moan swelled in my throat while I struggled with where to put my fingers. His hair? His shirt? The chair?
Does it matter?
The rumbling groan he released into my slit forced my eyes to roll back. His slow laves shifted into eager slurps, the sound ringing in my ears. It was like sweet music to me—and all the feelings it drew to the surface were enough to inspire action.
Finally, I thought as I moved my hand to his hair.I thought I was going to be stuck forever because of him.
And what if I was? What if his influence was enough to put me to sleep? He already seemed to have command over me in ways that were alarming—and arousing, too. This man had a secret power he could wield over me any time he wanted.
Would he take advantage of it?
Or would he use it to set me free?
“Oh, that feelsgood,” I whimpered. A shudder ripped through me, causing my knees to wobble. “Adam, I can’t stand it anymore.”
He slurped loudly while pulling away. “That’s fine, darling.”
He scooped me up and planted me on the table, resting my legs over his shoulders as he nuzzled back into my slit. Ravenous flicks coated my clit while his fingers prodded my channel. He stroked my entrance with his knuckles first, soaking the digits with saliva and arousal, teasing me with half plunges that made me writhe and whine.
I was at his mercy.
And I liked it.
Gods, help me.
Nimble fingers dove into my channel, pushing a surprised mewl from my lips. I smacked my hand over my mouth while staring south, completely helpless to the skilled mouth of a man who had a massive appetite. One finger explored my channel with tentative strokes while his tongue flattened over my clit.
When he met my gaze, his eyes burned with furious desire, the kind that couldn’t be snuffed out until we were both sated. I surrendered to his stare while his tongue continued circling my engorged bud, another finger joining the other. Pressure expanded in my core as I struggled to keep my whimpering moans quiet.
He folded his tongue back into his mouth and smirked. “It’s okay, cherry. Sound barrier, remember?”
Well, that was all I needed to hear.
His thumb swept over my clit while he climbed my body, his fingers continuing their perpetual dive. All the heat in my body rushed to the site of pleasure, a chill racing up my spine while I leaned into his touch.
“That’s right, baby,” he rasped in my ear. “Give in to me.”
“You’re still… being… mean.”
He curled his fingers toward his thumb, stroking the g-spot liberally. “Yeah? That’s mean?”
“Please, I need…”
“What do you need?”
My mouth widened on a wave of bliss. “Oh, fuck.”
“Tell me how bad you want me,” he whispered huskily while unbuttoning his jeans. “And maybe I’ll let you have it.”
A squeal burst from me as I struggled to sit up on my elbows. One of the plates skittered to the ground and shattered, a mess I would surely have to clean up later.
Though,there were far more important things happening right now.