Chapter 19
He tore his gaze away from me and turned to the side.” What exactly did you do to me?” He asked, and I’d have probably asked him what he meant, but I was too distracted by every hard inch of him pressed against me. When he kissed me again, I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. His right hand gripped the back of my knee, sliding upward along my thigh.
My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat.
When he got to the curve of my ass, he lifted me off my feet. My legs wrapping around him. “I want you, Layla. –
I was damp and too sensitive, my breasts suddenly felt heavy and tender.
I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. He was levered over me, I could see what resembled desperation in his eyes and wondered what it meant. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready.His tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive I could almost feel the caress on my skin.
When he began to slide my jeans along with my underwear down my legs, I let him, I wasn’t thinking with my head anymore. One of his hands pushed between my legs. They fell open.
His other hand continued to gently tug and roll my nipples.
Then I watched as his eyes fell to where he was parting me with his fingers. I wasn’t some holy virgin, far from it, but there was something about being so utterly exposed in front of him that made my cheeks heat up. “You’re so fucking beautiful, flower” he said, voice coarse.
And so wet for me,” he murmured, his gaze sliding down my body with so much focus I didn’t even know what to do. My body so aroused I was flushed and almost feverish. He slid one finger carefully into me. My eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread
out naked and fingered by a man who I had no business doing any of this with
He pulled out and thrust gently back into me.
“I can’t bear to think of someone else spreading you open like this…. seeing you like this….fucking you…. getting to taste you. He pulled out and pushed back into me with two fingers. I swallowed hard.
My back arched as I clenched eagerly around him. Something told me you’d be greedy.
I couldn’t hold back a mean of delight. The man had talented hands, confident and skilled, and he took what he wanted with them. His face was flushed with lust. Forme. When I’d done nothing more than respond helplessly to him.
I was swollen and sensitive. My orgasm was just seconds away when he removed his hand. I opened my eyes, ready to whine like a kid who’d just been denied a freaking popsicle stick. Then I watched as he spread my legs even further apart and leaned in. When his tongue touched my clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. More intense than the first time. He rimmed my trembling slit, teasing me, taunting me with the promise of a mind–blowing orgaan.
Then his tongue speared into me and I bit my lip to bite back a scream. My body shook violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around his licking tongue. His growl vibrated through me. I didn’t have the strength to push him away when
gasping his name.
I was boneless as he straightened my leg and still breathless when he kissed me a final time. Soft at first, like he was savoring the moment, then deeper, more deliberate. His tongue slid against mine, I tasted myself and something wicked began to forms in my mind again, But he didn’t give me time to dwell on it. Just as suddenly as he had unraveled me, he pulled back. My breath was still uneven, my skin still hot, but he was already stepping away.
