Alix’s belly trembled while Grace continued her descent. Grabbing fistfuls of sheets, Alix dug her hips into the bed when Grace kissed her navel. Whispered a curse when Grace dragged the tip of her tongue from her navel down to the edge of her jeans. Bit her bottom lip when Grace unfastened the button with one hand.
Every reaction Alix gave her was so hot. Every muttered moan and sigh so intoxicating. With more time, Grace would drive her to the edge over and over until she was begging to drop over the side. Everything about Alix said that she’d love the torment of being edged to the brink of insanity, but all Grace could think about was tasting her. Of knowing what Alix sounded like when she came on her tongue with her name burned on the roof of her mouth.
She pulled down Alix’s zipper, greeting each new inch of exposed skin with her lips and tongue and the teasing scrape of her teeth. Alix’s skin responded with goose bumps, and she couldn’t stop vacillating between tipping her hips up for more and grinding them into the bed, as if either of those would ease her pain. Pain that belonged to Grace. That was hers to satisfy.
Sitting up on her knees, Grace grabbed Alix’s waistband and pulled hard. It only took two decisive yanks to tear the jeans off.To leave Alix in nothing but black tomboyx boy shorts. Grace didn’t pause to look at Alix as much as she froze when the sight knocked the air from her lungs.
She wanted so badly to take a picture of Alix like this. To sear the image of her into something more reliable than her memory. Alix, hair messy and skin flushed, was singular perfection.
Grace leaned over and kissed the wolf tattoo on her muscular outer thigh. It looked like it had been drawn in a single, elegant line and matched the stylized dragon on her other thigh. Grace guessed at the significance. Wolf for her namesake and a dragon for her zodiac.
Promising herself that she’d revisit every symbol engraved on Alix’s skin after she quenched her intense need to know what she sounded like when she unraveled, Grace insinuated herself between Alix’s parted thighs.
The inside of Alix’s thigh was warm and soft. She kissed a hurried, sloppy line up to the edge of her underwear and kept going. And then she made the mistake of kissing her through the fabric. She hadn’t expected the material to be soaked. For Alix to be so turned on so fast. For that knowledge to wreck her.
It was Grace’s turn to groan her curse, but it was muffled when she pressed her mouth harder to Alix’s pussy. When Alix responded by grinding against her.
“Grace, please” was all Alix had to whisper, and Grace was tearing off her underwear.
Wrapping her arms around Alix’s strong thighs, Grace kept her pinned down to minimize her squirming. She looked up at her, watching her chest rise and fall too fast, clinging to the sheets at her side like they might help her survive the anticipation.
“Look at me,” Grace demanded, voice low and dark and promising that it would be worth it.
Alix bit her lip so hard, Grace was expecting her to draw blood. The moment Alix’s gaze met hers, Grace extended her tongue and collected every drop of arousal she’d earned like it was ice cream dripping over the side of the cone.
Entire body trembling, Alix couldn’t keep her eyes open. Neither could Grace. Not when the moment felt like magic. Gripping her thighs so tight there was no way she wasn’t leaving marks, Grace moaned while she let her tongue roam.
“That feels so good,” Alix managed in a gasp.
Grace’s long, lazy passes grew more focused with every swipe. With every buck of Alix’s hips and every desperate moan.
“You taste so fucking good,” she said before greedily slipping her tongue inside for more.
Alix’s fingers in her hair only spurred her on. Only encouraged her to reveal every filthy thought she hadn’t let herself entertain while drinking Alix in. Like she might never get to do it again, Grace left no part of Alix untasted.
When she returned to take Alix’s hard, swollen clit between her lips, Alix tightened her grip in Grace’s hair. Grace cursed, overwhelmed by the unexpectedly demanding way Alix kept her head still while grinding against her mouth.
It was Grace’s turn to rock uselessly against the mattress while Alix moaned and breathed in the most excruciatingly sexy way. And then Alix let out a strangled “Don’t stop” before she went still, holding her breath. Before she coated Grace’s covetous tongue and nearly made Grace come with nothing but her own shuddering orgasm.
Grace didn’t stop. Not until Alix’s fingers were running through her hair, and she cupped her cheek to draw her attention up to her.
“Kiss me,” Alix muttered, voice husky.
Grace did. She kissed a wandering path up Alix’s body and to her waiting mouth. When Alix kissed her this time, sheheld her face with both hands. Slow and probing, Grace nearly disintegrated when she realized that Alix was tasting herself.
“That was unbelievable,” Alix said, flipping Grace onto her back without stopping to catch her breath. “My turn,” she said, eyes dark and dangerous. “And I want you very naked. Right now.”
Grace couldn’t stop running her fingers through Alix’s hair. Just the sight of her, naked and covered in sweat, was enough to send a new wave of painful arousal rushing through Grace’s beleaguered body.
Before Grace could reach behind her and unhook her bra, Alix was there. Unfastening her bra with a quick snap of her fingers, Alix triggered a flash of jealousy.
“Lots of practice with that, huh?” Grace couldn’t stop herself.
Alix’s lopsided smile gave Grace just one dimple. “Please don’t tell me you’re jealous.” She pulled the bra off and flung it over the side of the bed. “I don’t know how much more attracted to you I can get.”
As if seeing Grace topless was all she’d ever wanted, Alix groaned before kissing her way down Grace’s chest. In a flurry of compliments and moans, Alix undressed her like it was a sacred activity.
By the time she pulled Alix on top of her nude body, Grace was desperate for release. “Kiss me,” Grace breathed, needing to feel every part of Alix’s body on her. Needing her weight and heat and undeniable presence.
