His hand disappears from my skin, and I throb, aching for his touch again. Blowing on my wet skin sends a shiver through me, and I want to scream at him. To touch me. Suck me. Lick me. Anything. I need something. Every nerve in my body feels as though it’s been electrified.
“Really good,” he murmurs as his tongue finally touches me, taking over where his fingers had just been, and I moan in appreciation.
“Please, Rhett,” I beg while his hands massage my inner thighs, pushing them open wider. “Please.”
I’ve had men go down on me before. They’ve made me moan, and sometimes, they’ve made me come, but I’ve never felt anything like this. The feel of his beard on my overly-sensitized skin, tickling my thighs. His rough hands massaging me. The swirl of his tongue around my clit. It all creates a perfect combination of sensations, and I can’t help but wonder if this is what being high on ecstasy feels like.
Sucking, he pulls my clit into his mouth, nearly sending me over the edge, and he slides two fingers inside my wet heat. He thrusts them in and out as he alternates between sucking andlapping at my clit. My hips move involuntarily as I clutch the bedspread on either side of me.
His name comes out as a strangled cry while I buck against his face, his fingers moving faster until I fall limp. My vision blurs as I gasp for air, sweat forming on my chest as my heart races.
“That was quick,” he says and kisses my thigh. “You were glistening when I started and soakin’ when you finished.”
Looking down at him over my heaving chest, I try and find the words. Any words, really, but all I can manage to say is, “Yes.”
“Are you doin’ okay?”
He moves up the bed and shifts me onto the pillows, his eyes shining with amusement at my obvious lack of coherent thought or function.
I just nod. “I’m good.”
“You wanted me,” he says, and I swear there’s an air of disbelief.
Glancing down, I see him alive and ready to go again, and I bite my bottom lip. “I still do.”
“I’ll never say no to you, Brynlee.”
It’s a vow. A pledge of affection. “Rhett?”
“Yes?”
“This is me inviting you to come inside. Literally and figuratively.”
I can’t stop the smirk as I repeat his words from the night before, and he quickly moves between my legs. His lips find my neck while he caresses my chest. He tugs and twists my nipples, making me moan as my core aches.
“You like to torture me, don’t you?”
“I like to see your desire,” he whispers against my skin.
“Didn’t you just get an up-close-and-personal view of my desire a minute ago?” I ask and shift my hips to rub my clit on the tip of his cock.
He shifts and looks into my eyes, a smile on his face. “Stop movin’.”
Domineering.“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, I like that.”
“What else doessirlike?” I ask, with a playful emphasis on the new nickname.
Reaching down, he grabs my thigh and lifts it up to rest against his hip. “I like your legs wrapped around me.”
I slide my other leg up, spreading myself wide for him, and I gasp as he slowly enters me. My body stretches to fit him as he inches forward until he’s fully inside. I can’t remember any sensation as delicious as this, and when he moves, I swear I see stars.
“So tight,” Rhett moans, shifting his weight. “You feel so damn good.”
Hot dog down a hallway, my ass.
My back arches, and I lower my legs, planting them on the bed, to lift my hips and take him as deep as possible. “You’re so big.”
