Page 72 of One Midnight Kiss

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my skin.

His fingers traced a thrilling path down the side of my torso, causing me to gasp as I arched toward his touch. I felt his mouth twitch against my skin with a smug smile before he proceeded to lavish attention on my breasts. His tongue circled each nipple, his teeth grazing lightly, pulling soft whimpers of pleasure from my lips.

I gripped the blanket beneath me, the sensations rolling through me in powerful waves. My breath hitched when he pinched and rolled one sensitive nipple. His other hand followed the trail his mouth had taken moments ago. The anticipation was maddening, making me squirm beneath him. The long build-up was beginning to reach unbearable levels. I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.

His hand moved between my legs. He cupped my pussy, his fingers tracing the heat and dampness he found there. He looked into my eyes as he pushed a finger into me. My hips bucked at the sensation, my hands gripping his shoulders as a low groan escaped me.

His mouth moved down to my stomach. His kisses sent shockwaves all throughout my body. His fingers began to move inside me, slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of his kisses. I could barely breathe.

“Fox,” I pleaded breathlessly. I needed more. I needed him.

The pad of his thumb pushed against my clit. A gasp ripped from my throat as pleasure ricocheted through me. My fingernails dug into his shoulders. He bent his head, capturing my nipple between his teeth while his fingers kept up their intimate caress.

“Fox, please,” I moaned, the desperation in my voice reaching a fever pitch. Every touch, every stroke of his fingers was making my body coil tighter. I wanted him, needed him inside me.

“All in good time,” he murmured against my skin. He was purposely teasing me. I could feel my body spiraling toward an orgasm. It amazed me that he could make it happen with such ease after I had struggled to achieve release before him.

The man was magic.

His fingers pushed deeper into me. They ignited a fire, raw and wild. I was desperate, my body twisting underneath his touch.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, the sound vibrating against my skin, making my pulse quicken. This was torture of the sweetest kind. The pressure inside me was building to a crescendo. My hands clung to his shoulders.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please. “

He pulled away and quickly grabbed a condom. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled it onto himself. His eyes stayed on mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. I clawed at his arms, essentially begging him to fill me. He chuckled softly.

The moment of agonizing anticipation stretched on until he pushed into me achingly slow. A gasp slipped from my lips as a wave of almost painful pleasure cascaded through me. He was so deep inside me, filling me completely. He started to move, driving me closer to the edge.

I held on for dear life. It felt like it happened within seconds. The orgasm exploded through me in an earth-shattering burst. My screams drowned out the world, my vision blurring in pleasure.

He moved with me through the storm, his own face contorted with ecstasy. He matched my rhythm, each thrust pushing me into a blissful oblivion until he stiffened above me, groaning my name in release as warmth spilled from him.

For a moment we stayed connected, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I couldn’t believe he made me feel so good.

He rolled off me but kept me close to him. His skin was damp with perspiration. I turned my face and kissed his chest.

“I should go,” I said.

“Just stay.”

I hadn’t spent the night in bed with anyone else in years and it felt incredibly safe. This was quickly becoming a habit. A habit I didn’t want to break, but did anyone ever really want to break a habit when it made them feel so good?