“Wait, not like this.” His chest rises and falls as his hands cup my face. “I’m too wired to be gentle.” His thumb swipes over my bottom lip. “I want my mouth on you. Let me make you come.”
I close my eyes for a beat, unable to speak, the hammering between my legs suddenly a frenzy. He drops to his knees in front of me, lifting the weight of my breasts in his hands.
“You’re so fucking edible,” he whispers, licking my nipple. Sucking wetly, tautening and tugging, alternating with languid licks. “One day, you’re going to let me fuck these.”
I shut my ears to the implication of other days, shivering as the central air turns over, the air brushing across my wet, tingling skin. He begins to kiss his way down my body.
Oh hell, Granny panties,I think the moment before he presses his nose between my legs with a deep inhale. I almost levitate from the couch.
“One hundred percent,” he growls, hooking his fingers under the waistband. “Breakfast, lunch, and supper time. Elevenses,” he adds as he slips the black cotton down my legs. “Afternoon tea. Midnight snack. A whole-day fucking buffet, because you make a glutton out of me.”
His low rasps of appreciation make little sense, but maybe it’s infectious, this madness, as I writhe under him.
I whimper as he blows a cooling breath over the ribbon of flesh between my legs. Cry out, my breath hitting the air in tight gaspsas the point of his tongue slides over my clit. My eyes tighten as I undulate against him, seeking to deepen the contact from this torturous tease.
“You’re so slick, Eve.” His tongue circles slowly. Skims a filthy flick. “So shiny and pink. I could swallow you fucking whole.”
“Please!” Spasms begin to rack my body, sparks of starlight flickering behind my eyelids. “Oh, God, please!”
“I love to hear you beg. I love you fucking wild. Come for me, Eve. Give it to me.”
Heat courses through my veins, the riot inside me building to a crescendo. Waves of pleasure roll through me, bursting from my toes and my fingertips. But waves are supposed to fade, not be endless.
“Too much,” I whimper, pushing at his head. He doesn’t budge or let up, grasping my hands in his. Something inside me snaps, the threads of this orgasm tied so tightly to the previous. I cry out, my mind and body at war. My hips tip, my thighs closing around his head, “No, Oliver. I can’t.”
“Yes,” he purrs. “For me.”
The sounds of our pleasure fill the room; licking and sucking, filthy whispered encouragements. Whimpers of utter pleasure. And something else. Something obvious but out of sight.Oliver’s hand working his cock as he gets me there.
I close my eyes, imagining the sight. Veins standing to attention in his forearm, the muscles of his abdomen taut as his hand slides from root to crown.
I sound like I might be running, my breaths tight and my moans unrestrained. My body suddenly bows as though lashed by an electric line. Sparks flood outward as I peak with a startled cry, arching from the couch. Oliver moves with me, determined to drain every ounce of my pleasure.
“You’re so good, my darling.Fuck, yes.” His husky compliments turn to masculine grunts, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he presses his knee between my splayed legs.
There’s no need to imagine now, my eyes falling to his right hand working slickly along his length. As he breaks, my insides pulse and contract as though to join him. I make a noise, one I can’t classify, the sight of him covering me in pearly strands shockingly hot.
With a curse, he falls forward, catching himself on the velvet arm. Then I’m tasting my arousal from his lips as he kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m his life raft.
“You.” He drags in a breath, his words a rush of air across my neck. “Oh, God. You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”
My laughter vibrates against him. “Have I broken you?”
“Eve—”
I press my finger over his lips. Smiling, he bites the tip.
“You can’t be broken, because we didn’t have sex.”
And maybe if I close my eyes, I can pretend he’s not here.
“Fine, we didn’t have sex.”
“So it doesn’t count,” I assert. “What just happened was nothing more than a ... very personal workout.”
“I should fire my personal trainer.” Before I can respond, his body dips, his next words a low growl in my ear. “Sex or not, I agree with your underwear. I could eat you out forever.”
I mean, sure. Go for it. Meanwhile, what?
