He grinned and kissed away my worry.“That’s not why I want you out of these pants.”
My brain misfired.Did he mean he wanted to...?
“I’m in a giving mood tonight,” he murmured against my lips while his deft fingers unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper.
Panic gripped me.“But I’m not—.”
“Not what?”He leaned back and studied my face.“Is it that time of the month?”
My face flamed.“No.”
“Then what’s the problem?”He kissed my cheek and trailed ticklish kisses down my jaw and neck that left me shivering.“You don’t like it?”
“No, I like it.”Loved it, actually.It had been another thing that my ex hadn’t enjoyed giving.He had treated oral sex like a chore.Well, when he was on the giving end, at least.He sure as hell expected I get on my knees for him multiple times a week or else he made my life miserable.
“Then what’s the problem, baby?”
God, if he kept calling me baby and sweetheart and darlin’, he was going to wreck me.
“I wasn’t planning on this.”I gasped as he nibbled at my throat and worked his hands under my shirt to unsnap my bra.“I’m not, you know, sex ready down there.”
He actually snorted against my throat.“I don’t care.”
“But—.”
“Shut up,” he urged with a playful smirk, “and let me eat your pussy, Melissa.”
I gulped.Well.Okay then.
Nodding shakily, I let him take off my shirt and bra.He quickly removed my boots and socks and then my jeans and panties followed.I was left completely naked on my kitchen counter, ready to be served up to him like a feast.
He grabbed his leather vest and folded it in half.He shoved it behind me, using it as a makeshift pillow before pressing me back onto it.Anxiety bubbled in the pit of my stomach.Under the unforgiving kitchen lights, he would be able to see all my imperfections.
But at the first feathery touch of his lips to my ankle, all my fears fled.This wasn’t a man who cared about cellulite or stretch marks.He had chosen me because he wanted me.
He kissed and nibbled his way up one leg and down the other.I shuddered with anticipation and grew more flustered with every second that passed without him touching methere.He seemed to enjoy teasing me, drawing out the desperation.I both hated and loved it.
His mouth caressed my left hip and then he licked a slow swipe along my waist to the right side.He doubled back and licked a circle around my navel before kissing a meandering path toward my breasts.I gasped when he sucked my right nipple between his lips.My hands flew to his head, my manicured nails scratching at his scalp.He groaned as I clawed at him and sucked harder, making my toes curl and my thighs ache.
He teethed playfully at my nipple before moving to the other side.He cupped my abandoned breast in his big hand, drawing his thumb over the peak to keep me stimulated.I kept hold of his short hair in one hand and let the other explore his neck and shoulders.With every move he made, I could feel his honed muscles under my fingers.This was a man who worked hard.
And right now he’s working me.
I mewled like a kitten when his mouth returned to mine, capturing my lips with a kiss that had me seeing stars.I never would have expected this much passion from someone like this.Clearly, I had terrible judgment.
Shane nipped at my lower lip before finally making the trek down my body to the place where I wanted to feel his mouth the most.He gripped the backs of my thighs and pressed my knees toward my chest.My face flamed at the obscene positioning.My pussy and ass were totally exposed, completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.
He placed closed mouth kisses up and down my slit, just teasing and making me shiver.When he finally stabbed his tongue between my labia, I cried out and slapped my hands against at the countertop.He licked a stripe straight up to my clit and then suckled it gently.
His leisurely attack drove me crazy.His lips were so soft, like velvet over my throbbing and super-sensitive pearl.He licked and swirled, taking his time and enjoying the act.He made the wickedest sounds as he ate my pussy, showing me that he liked the way I tasted.
“God, you’re so good at this,” I moaned, my hand back in his hair.I tried not to push or pull, but it was so hard not to do it.He answered with a low growl, and I nearly came on the spot.The vibration of his voice around my clit pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
I came hard, my head tipped back as I cried out with pleasure.He didn’t move faster or slower.He kept that same unhurried pace, just licking and licking and licking to drag out my orgasm.
I was still clutching at his shoulders when he let go of the backs of my thighs, no longer forcing me open.I brought my feet up onto the counter, bracing my heels against it, fully expecting him to stop and maybe change his mind about being in a giving-only mood.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
