Sully’s body was stretched out next to mine, his hands running up and down my body as he watched my restlessness as he moved from one breast to another. He seemed like he could spend forever here, and while that wouldn’t be a bad way to spend my days, I’d also like to get to that bigOanytime. My body was almost vibrating with arousal, but he kept backing off where I needed him. The sensations built in waves, but as the crest grew closer, he backed off. It was maddening.
He trailed one hand down my belly and paused with it right above my mound. “Here, princess?” His mouth dropped to my belly as he lightly kissed it, then looked up. “Shall I move here?”
My heart rate increased. His stubble across my belly was lighting me up inside as I arched in, seeking more contact with his mouth. “Yes,” I gasped. Closer, just a bit more.
He slid his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. I felt his eyes on me as he ran his hand up my inner thigh, putting some pressure on my legs to separate them. “And this?” he asked as he lightly ran his hand up but then pulled back before I could get where I needed to be.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked down my body at Sully, with his knowing grin on his gorgeous face. “Cole Sullivan!”
“What, baby?” he asked as he leaned forward and placed a light kiss below my belly button, then another a bit lower, and another. Then he pulled up and lay next to me as we locked eyes, and he gave me a grin.
“Seriously?” I asked him. “You keep getting me right to the verge of an orgasm, then you back off. What the hell?”
“Baby.” He ran his hand over my thighs as he leaned on my side. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tugged my nipple into his mouth as his hands roamed south, just getting to the good stuff before he pulled back and regarded me, his eyes glittering with amusement.
“Sully…,” I warned.
Leaning down, his mouth right at my ear, his voice was gravelly as he whispered, “Babe, let me get you there. All the buildup will be worth it, I promise. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get to work.”
His mouth dropped to my neck, with deep kisses as he worked his way down my body again before settling between my legs.
“Hmm, so wet, Maggie.” I heard him say as he dragged his tongue from my entrance to slide around my clit and back. However, I was far more focused on the feelings his mouth was causing to wash over my body.
The sensations in my body began to race, radiating out from my clit, down my legs, and back up, before he leaned forward and took me in his mouth. Holy hell. It built and built to the point that I felt like I might shatter. My back arched off the bed, and the orgasm blasted through me in wave after wave like nothing I ever felt before. I briefly wondered if you could pass out from an orgasm. Yes? No?
The man was a magician.
24
Cards on the Table
Sully
We lay in bed, boneless after some of the hottest sex I’d ever had. Hell, every time with Maggie so far had been better than the last. I’d been with more than a few women over the years, but it had never been like this. It wasn’t just because we were good in bed, but because this was Maggie. My mom had always gone on about how sex was different with someone you loved. And I knew deep down in my bones that I absolutely loved Maggie Jameson. I’d loved her since she was a kid, but this was a whole other level in regard to how I felt about her. I’d never had this depth of feeling for anyone.
As I lay by Maggie’s side, my head was propped on my elbow to keep most of my weight off her. My other hand traced her breasts, and I palmed one, appreciating the weight and softness of it, then ran my fingers across the nipple.
“What are you doing,” she asked, regarding me from heavy-lidded eyes.
“Your breasts have changed,” I said quietly, leaning over to kiss them, then looked up at her. Her beauty took my breath away.
Her smile was small, a bit tired. “They’re sore, like before I get my period. But you can’t see that. What do you mean when you say they’ve changed?”
I smiled, pushing her hair back from her face, and kissed her cheek. Sliding my arm under her neck, I stretched out a bit. I let my hand and run over her breasts again. “The nipples and here,” I traced the areola, “have gotten just a bit darker.”
Maggie pulled her head off my arm and the pillow, looking down her body. “They have?”
“Yeah, just a bit. They’re more dusty pink now.”
“Anything else?”
My left hand slid under her breast as I gently lifted it. “They’re bigger.”
Maggie laughed. “Yeah, they feel a bit bigger. That’s not done yet, I’d guess.”
“Works for me,” I said as my hand moved and settled on top of her belly.
Maggie let out a laugh as she curled up next to me. The silence felt nice, comfortable. I wished for days on end where we could simply lay in bed, my hand on her belly, watching it grow.
