His hands slide over my stomach, moving higher until they cup the underside of my breasts. I arch into him, a broken sound slipping out of me.
He shifts his grip, lifting them slightly, watching my reaction. A faint, satisfied grin touches his expression when I gasp.
Then he lowers his mouth, closing his lips around one nipple, his tongue moving around it in a circular motion. His thumb teases the other, and then he switches, giving both the same attention without pause.
“Ohhh—”
He lifts his head just enough to look at me. “Tell me what you want me to do next.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks as the books flicker through my mind—the things I read and the way they made me feel.
The way I imagined it would feel if Dane did those things to me.
It seemed so well orchestrated in the books, but I don’t really know how to ask for it.
“I want you to kiss me…lower… between my legs… with your mouth and tongue. And maybe use your fingers somehow while you do it.”
He stills for a second, searching my face. Then his voice drops, rougher now. “Kiss you? Or eat your pussy and make you come?”
Holy shit.
The bluntness of his words sends another wave of heat through me straight to my groin.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
“Good. Because I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”
I lie back onto the mat, my heart racing as he moves down my body. He presses slow, lingering kisses along my stomach, hips, and insides of my thighs. Each one sends a shiver through me, building a kind of anticipation that makes it hard to stay still.
I stare up at the ceiling, breath catching, trying to hold onto something steady as everything else slips.
He settles between my legs, his hands sliding around my thighs as he eases them apart. The closeness alone pulls a soft gasp from me.
I lift my head, looking down at the crown of his dark hair between my legs.
“Tell me what feels good. What you like, what you don’t.”
A breathless laugh slips out. “I’m pretty sure all of it will feel good.”
At least, it seems to in the books.
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Relax, Char. Breathe.”
He looks up at me, eyes dark and hungry. I watch, heart pounding in my chest, as he presses a kiss to the top of my slit. My breathing comes faster as his tongue parts me, licking up in one long, slow stroke.
I gasp, hips lifting off the mat. “Ohhh?—”
He starts to lick up and down, his tongue hitting what I think must be my clit, before he moves lower. I don't know which feels better—his tongue flicking that sensitive spot at the top or the way it moves over my pussy opening, making it desperate to be filled and stretched by his cock.
His tongue moves in careful, deliberate strokes. I gasp again, my hands fisting in his hair, my hips lifting off the mat to meet his mouth.
He doesn’t rush learning what makes me react, what makes me gasp, what makes my hand tighten in his hair.
“That feels so good.”
He stops and glances up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, but don’t stop.”
