Page 60 of Heart Breaker

“I know, it feels so good,” he says, wrapping his fingers gently around my throat. “It’s going to feel even better soon.”

He works his way over my throat, planting wet kisses as he goes. He takes his time, like he’s in no hurry, content to slowly unravel me one kiss at a time. By the time his mouth finds my earlobe, every coherent thought has long since abandoned me and a full body shiver erupts over my body. When he sucks and nips my earlobe with his teeth, all that’s left is the relentless pounding of my heart and a warmth that spreads through me with every impossible brush of his lips.

“Don’t stop,” I plead.

He gives me more of what I ask for. His teeth scrape my earlobe, his mouth latches onto my flesh, sucking hard. Heat unfurls through my chest and melts down my spine.

“Yes…Wes…yes.”

I slide my hand down his shaft as soon as I can get to it, and when I feel the velvety smoothness of his cock in my hands, everything slows. I look down past clenched abs and dark hair to the swollen head of his cock straining under my grasp.

“That’s it, Lottie,” he encourages, pumping his length into my hand. He’s warm and sinewy in my palm, and when his crown caresses my clit through my jeans, a bolt of arousal shocks through me so strong I arch my head back.

“I have to taste you.”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He just moves down the bed and yanks my pants over my hips. He slides his arms under my thighs, spreading me wide as soon as he gets my thong over my knees.

“How did I know you’d be fucking perfect,” he grits out as he falls to his stomach between my thighs and starts placing slow, wet kisses along my skin from my knees to my center. Every spot his mouth touches lights a spark inside of me. One swipe of his tongue against my clit and my legs begin to shake.

“Lottie,” he growls before swirling his tongue through my slit, sucking my warm, wet flesh into his mouth. “Let me hear you, baby. I want to know what you like.”

I clamp my teeth down into my bottom lip, but helpless sounds escape me anyways. I curl my fists into the short, dark strands of his hair, wanting relief as he devours me. I don’t need to say a word, Wes knows exactly what I like.

He kisses the inside of my thigh, laughing when an impatient sigh slips from my mouth. Finally, the tip of his tongue circles my clit, and my hips buck against his mouth before I can stop them. "Wes," I whimper.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” he asks.

I nod immediately because at this point, pretending otherwise would be impossible. Every part of me is already completely aware of him. His mouth is open against my core, a finger curled deep inside of me.

“Oh God,” I cry. “Oh, Wes, right there.”

He doesn’t stop, giving me no time to catch my breath, his mouth firmly planted on me, wringing the kind of pleasure from me that I had no idea even existed. He devours me like a starving man who’s being given his first real meal. He licks me with the curiosity of a man discovering something new and the confidence of one who knows exactly what he’s doing. My muscles shake and my insides quiver. His tongue licks a line up and down my sensitive folds as he plunges two fingers in and out of me. God, this is better than I ever remember it being.

Wes watches, determined to make me come, and I do. My hips roll against his mouth in sheer pleasure as he fucks me with his fingers until I’m coming apart.

Oh God.

Don’t stop.

The feeling crashes through me intensely, and it’s overwhelming and beautiful. Wave after wave rolls through me, and he doesn’t stop until I’m stretched out on the bed, sated and wrung out.

“Wes,” I sigh as he kisses my abdomen all the way up to my neck. He runs his nose over my jaw and along my cheek until I’m fisting his hair at the nape of his neck and pulling his mouth to mine.

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Lottie. Now that I know what you taste like, nothing else will ever compare.” He kisses the side of my mouth. “I’m going to give you one more,” he growls, his hand kneading my breast over my shirt, making me wish I wasn’t still wearing it so I could feel more of his skin on mine. But that isn’t going to happen. This shirt is not coming off.

He kisses me hard and I can’t do anything but smile. I feel so wanted here with Wes, so desired. But as much as I’ve loved being the center of his attention, it’s my turn now to explore every inch of my husband’s body.

“Wes,” I whisper. “It’s my turn to make you come.”

Putting my hands on his chest, I give him a playful push so that we’re both on our knees in the center of the bed. I kiss down his body until I have his erection in my hand.

“Goddamn,” he breathes when I take him in my hand. I look up at him and smile before I run my tongue along his length.

“That’s it,” he praises. “My cock looks so good in your mouth.”

Slowly, I go down on him, taking my time, lavishing him in pleasure. I tease the ridge of the head with the tip of my tongue as I gently stroke his balls with my fingertips. He’s impossibly hard, proof of how badly he wants me, pulsing in my hand because he likes the way I’m touching him. The realization that this man wants me sends ripples through me from the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet. It ignites a fierce, restless fire that spreads through every part of my body, that builds with every passing second, growing hotter and brighter until it feels like pure want is coursing through my veins.

Wes rocks his hips into my hands, and his cock shuttles through my hand leaking pre-come. The sight of him sticky on my hand is more captivating than I would have ever expected, and I use the moisture to stroke his length. A low moan slips from him, drawn out and rough, his jaw tightening as the muscles in his neck flex.