“No,” she groaned. “Please, I need more.”
He looked up at her, his eyes promising she’d get what she wanted. “I thought I was in charge,” he teased.
“You are,” she gasped as his thumbs traced small circles on her nipples. “Just please don’t stop.”
Pressing her breasts together with his hands, he lowered his mouth and licked her cleavage before kissing his way back to her right nipple. Maggie cried out and rocked closer to him, eager to slide off the edge of the bed if that’s what it took to get him inside of her.
“Easy, girl.” She felt his words against her stomach as his mouth moved lower.
Keep going.
“Lie back and you’ll get your orgasm.” His breath tickled the curls between her legs and she obeyed, allowing his hands to push her up the mattress until her core was in the perfect position.
But he didn’t kiss her there. Not yet. He took his time, running his hands up the insides of her thighs until his fingers grazed her outer folds. Maggie was aching now, pushing her body into his touch.
“Let me look,” he demanded.
“Please,” she begged, unable to find more words to ask for what she needed.
He found her most sensitive skin and she gasped, desperate now. Gently, tenderly, he teased her, running his thumb in small circles over her.
“You’re so ready,” he breathed. “And I thought I’d have to work to deliver your orgasms.”
The hot, low sound of his voice nearly undid her.
“Not yet,” he said, withdrawing his hand.
Maggie groaned. She’d been so close. To stop now—it was torture.
“Tell me where you like to be kissed.” His lips brushed her inner thigh. “Here?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “No. Higher.”
“Here?” His tongue licked a path up her leg, stopping just short of where she needed him.
Maggie shifted her hips restlessly, but he held her firm.
“How about here?” His mouth skimmed her outer lips.
“Close, so close,” she moaned.
He released her hip and used his hand to spread her wide. “Here?”
“Yes!” she screamed. His tongue licked her entrance, then up to the sensitive spot his fingers had toyed with moments earlier.
Closing her eyes, she lost herself to the feel of him exploring her, slowly at first, as if he wished to learn her body. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had made the effort to find what worked for her. Derrick never had. And then she forgot all other men. There was only Hunter, his mouth and his devilish hands. She cried out, trying for the word “yes” but only managing a high-pitched sound.
“Do you like that?” His finger pressed against her, but stopped before slipping inside. She moaned, arching up into his mouth. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
His tongue swirled back and forth over her wet folds, pushing her further toward the edge. She was so clos
e. But what if it didn’t happen? What if he’d gotten her this far, but couldn’t get her over the edge? His mouth closed over her most sensitive flesh and she felt his finger slip inside her as he sucked mercilessly.
And then, she fell.
The orgasm that had been building since she’d first seen him at the bar swept over her. Bucking her hips against his mouth, she waited for him to pull back, for the pleasure to end. But he only moved his tongue faster, sliding it down to meet his fingers before gliding back up. She went higher, her whole body tingling with take-me-to-heaven bliss.