“Is the other one getting jealous?” His lips brushed against my heated skin as he said each word, teasing me.
My hands traveled up his arms, over his shoulders and neck, until I could bury my fingers into his thick, dark hair, holding him there. “Yes, please, Reed. Suck on my tits.”
He pushed himself up on his elbows, peering up at me between my breasts, and I whined in impatience. Even in the dark, his eyes appeared like midnight pools, reflecting the moonlight. His mouth was set firm, and he was looking at me with such intensity, I felt as though I were melting into a cloud.
“These are perfect,” he said, his palms encompassing my breasts. His thumbs swiped across the tips, making my pussy clench.
“I know.” I smirked down at him.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
I gulped. “What are you talking about? Of course I know my tits are perfect.”
“Lina.” The way he said my name was always halfway between a scolding and a prayer, and it made my heart skip a beat. “Don’t bullshit me. I don’t want any other man getting off on these tits. They’re mine. You’re perfect for me, just the way you are.”
Shit! How did he see through me like that? I always thought they were too small and my ass was too big. Why couldn’t they just be more proportionate? Of course it had bothered me when that redhead with the big tits was all over him, and he was giving her attention.
“You hear me, sweetheart?”
I nodded against the pillow, suddenly unable to speak. He was pulling at all kinds of heart strings tonight. Was this a mistake coming to him?
“I’m going to worship them because they are my altar. You feel so good in my hands.” His thumbs continued to drag across the tips, driving me wild. “I want to show you how perfect you are.” He trailed kisses down my chest. “Can I eat now, baby?”
“Yes.” I barely found my voice to say one word, yet it still sounded small and distant to my ears.
Thank God he heard it and took it as my consent because if he continued to talk to me like that while he played with my breasts, I was going to cry, and my panties were not going to be the only thing drenched.
Reed wasted no time now, returning his attention to my other nipple, swiping his tongue over it until he could draw it between his teeth and suck it into his mouth. I nearly shot off the bed when, at the same time, his fingers found my clit beneath theblack lace, pressing down while he sucked and flicked his tongue over the stiff tip.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. “You’re going to make me come just playing with my tits.”
“Not yet, baby. You’re going to soak my face first.”
My fingers didn’t leave his locks, tugging on them harder, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Instead, it seemed to encourage him to keep going. His hands traced my curves. The man did not lie. It felt like he was worshipping me.
He brought two fingers to my mouth, painting my arousal on my lips. He barely broke away from my breast to say, “Suck. See how amazing you taste.”
I opened my mouth for him, my tongue dragging across his digits, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking them in, picturing it was his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” He sighed. “Get those fingers good and wet, so I can use them on your clit.”
I sucked, sliding my tongue between each finger, letting the saliva pool in my mouth, my tongue and teeth dragging across while he moaned against me. My hips bucked, begging for him to touch me or to feel his thick cock and those damn piercings I loved. He was still on his knees between my legs. Too far away, in my opinion. I wrapped my legs around his middle, using my heels to pull him closer.
“Impatient, sweetheart?”
I bit his finger then. Not hard, but enough for him to hiss between his teeth and answer his question.
He released a throaty laugh, letting it rumble through me, adding to the sensations that were driving me wild.
Peeking up, his beard tickling my skin, he watched with rapt attention while he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. His own mouth hung open, his eyes heavy with desire, while his fingertips dragged across my bottom lip.
“Your mouth feels so fucking decadent. These fucking lips, Lina.” The pads of his fingers traced them. “I don’t know how anyone has not died at the look and feel of these perfect, full lips.”
I wanted his mouth back on me. “Don’t stop.” I raised my hips. “I want your face between my thighs.”
He started running his palms over the curves of my breasts, circling the peaks, before letting them travel down my belly to hook at my waistband. “I’m starving for you, baby. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers while I suck your clit, and when you’re about ready to come, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue so you can soak my face and I can lap you all up.”
“Reed,” I whined again. I was already on edge. “I want that so badly.”
