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I open my mouth to let him have it, but he drops to his knees before me.
“Your skin is so soft.” He sounds mesmerized by it. I don’t understand that since he’s a man who has dated supermodels, who I know have super soft skin. Or I assume because they are pampered. Also, why am I thinking about other women he’s slept with? That’s just insane.
Thankfully, Jon can’t hear my jumbled thoughts. He takes a nipple into his mouth, grazing the tip with his teeth before swirling his tongue around it. Over and over, he teases me and tortures me as he plucks at my other nipple. I feel it all the way down to my clit. He doesn’t hurry. Instead, he takes his time, seemingly intent on driving me crazy.
He urges me to sit down on the bed. I do it without questioning him. I am so hot right now that I would probably commit murder if he told me to.
I mean, not really.
Then, he kisses my belly, and I stop thinking about anything but him.
The way his mouth feels against my flesh. My nerve endings vibrate with need. I need him on a level I’ve never felt before, but this is different. This isn’t hot. Out of control. I thought it would be because of the heat between us, but this is something different. He’s taking such care with me as if I am precious to him. I’ve never felt that with any other man. But the care he is taking with me is something I have never had with a man.
It’s as if he has all the time in the world to pleasure me, and I am here for it.
“Lay back,” he orders, and I obey. I am not one for having a man tell me what to do in bed. But there is something in his tone that makes me eager to do whatever I can to please him.
I fall back, and he takes me by the hips, yanking me to the edge. He places a palm on each of my thighs, spreading them impossibly wide. His blue gaze zeroes in on my center. I want to close my legs because while I’m not a prude, I’m not sure I’ve ever had a man look at me like this. He’s still fully clothed, and I’m completely naked. There’s an intimacy to this I have never had with another man. It’s not the act of oral sex because I’ve had that. The way he’s doing it, the time he takes with me, makes me feel precious. He leans down, and instead of going straight for my pussy, he kisses my inner thigh.
“Oh,” I gasp.
His mouth curves against my skin. “Like that?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he drags the flat of his tongue up my thigh. Anticipation is high, but he bypasses my pussy for my other thigh. I growl, but he ignores me, taking his time.
By the time he makes his way back up to my center, I’m shaking, my legs shifting against the side of the mattress.
He pauses, sliding his hands beneath my rear end and lifting me off the mattress.
“Jon.” It’s half demand, half plea.
When he looks up at me, his eyes are blazing hot. “I’ve been thinking about how you would taste for days, and I want to take my time.”
Then, with his gaze connected to mine, he leans forward, touching the tip of his tongue against my slit. The featherlight touch shouldn’t drive me insane, but I’m impossibly sensitive, thanks to him. I watch him as his tongue dips inside of me. His gaze turns blurry, and a look of complete bliss moves over his expression.
Jon closes his eyes as I fall back on the bed again and just feel. For once, I let loose, allowing Jon to control my pleasure.
Oh, mama, it’s amazing. Jon has one talented mouth. He teases my clit with his teeth and thrusts two fingers inside me. Everything I have been wanting, and needing from him, rushes forward. I’m so close to coming that I can barely think straight.
“Let go, baby. You can do it,” he says, his mouth moving against that tiny bundle of nerves.
It’s as if his saying those words gave me permission. All of the tension splinters, and I explode, shouting his name. Pleasure rushes over me as I shake from the force of my orgasm.
“So beautiful.”
The words are so soft I barely hear them, but I do. It almost sends me over the edge again.
Jon lets go of me and rises to his feet. He tears off his clothes, his hands shaking.
I did that. I made him so crazed that he can barely get naked. His body is perfection. He’s all lean muscle and golden skin. His thick cock curves up against his stomach.
Fuck, that’s pretty.
“Why, thank you.”
My gaze shoots up to his, and the smile curving his lips tells me I said that last part out loud. I smile up at him and see the curve of his mouth, and something shifts inside me. Another kind of warmth fills me, one that surprises me and scares me simultaneously.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I sit up and wrap my hand around him. As I stroke him, he leans his head back, his eyes closing, and he groans.
