It’s almost as if there is an invisible thread connecting the tip of my breast to my core. The deeper he tugs on me, the more I throb with painful awareness. A whimper slides free from my lips as I bow my back, attempting to get closer. Within a matter of seconds, I’m shifting beneath him, restless with anticipation.
“Do you like that?”
It’s a question he already knows the answer to. When my response isn’t given quickly enough, he bites the hard bud with his teeth.
I yelp as a rush of pleasure-infused-pain throbs through me before settling in my core and igniting a deep ache. Cool night air rushes over my wet flesh as he releases the hard point and lifts his head. When his lips crash with mine, his tongue thrusts into my mouth and our teeth scrape. There are times when it feels like he’s trying to devour me in one hungry gulp. As if he can’t get enough. This is one of those times.
“Answer me,” he growls.
“You know I do.”
His teeth sink into my bottom lip and another flash of pain explodes before he sucks the bruised flesh in his mouth, releasing it with a soft pop.
“I want to hear the words.”
There is so much arousal careening through every cell in my body that it’s almost too much to handle within the confines of my skin. The way he carefully stokes my excitement to life leaves me mindless with need. Like I’m nothing more than an animal, driven by instinct.
His lips are everywhere as he hovers over my body, sucking the other taut peak into his mouth. Once he releases me, he licks a path down my ribcage. The velvety softness of his tongue swirls around my navel. His teeth nip at my flesh, sending a thousand shivers of need careening through me as he continues his descent.
Once he reaches my lower body, he maneuvers between my legs, spreading them wide to accommodate the broad set of his shoulders. His fingers splay against my inner thighs, pushing them apart until I’m stretched impossibly wide. The first time he did this, it embarrassed the hell out of me. The intimacy was enough to send me up in flames. No longer do I feel that way. How could I possibly when there is so much pleasure to be had? The way he’s able to use his mouth should be illegal. Or, at the very least, come with a warning label.
I squirm beneath his hot gaze. Shards of silvery moonlight filter in through the unadorned windows, giving him enough light to look his fill. And he does, taking his sweet damn time while doing it. I can almost feel the way his gaze burns into me. It’s like a physical caress that leaves me breathless for more.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Do you know that?”
Before I can formulate a response, his thumb slides over my core. A thousand tiny shock waves riot through me. It’s like a heavy stone being tossed into a calm pool of water. The ripples of pleasure originate in the center before spreading outward until they reverberate in my fingertips and toes.
“I love your pussy.” As he presses a tender kiss against me, his tongue darts out, grazing the delicate flesh. “And the way you taste. I could eat you up all night.”
The stark image he paints in my mind has a fresh wave of arousal crashing over me.
Another moan punctures the silence of the room when his fingers glide over my outer lips before separating them so he can inspect every intimate inch. He drags his tongue over me again before it circles the tiny bundle of nerves that pulses with painful awareness. He laps at it until my fingers claw the sheets and I’m arching my back. With relentless determination, he propels me toward orgasm until I’m nearly mindless with the hot licks of pleasure that scorch my insides.
“Kingsley,” I whimper, “I need you.”
His lips quirk against my damp flesh. “I know exactly what you need, baby girl. And you’ll get it when I’m damn good and ready.”
The way he torments me makes the arousal thump with agonizing awareness. It’s almost more than I can withstand.
“Please,” I gasp, unable to stop myself from pleading, “please make me come.”
“Mmmm,” he growls, “you know how much I love when you beg.”
When his teeth scrape against my clit, it propels me over the edge until I shatter, screaming out my orgasm. Even after my body turns limp, muscles sinking into the soft mattress, he continues to feast as if he will never be satiated.
It takes a couple of heartbeats to crash back to earth and regain my senses. There’s only one thing I like more than when Kingsley makes me come. And that’s returning the favor. It’s sexy as fuck to watch him splinter apart beneath my fingers.