Broken Bond - Callie Rose Page 0,54
When he reaches my clit, he wraps his lips around me, sucking on the fabric of my panties as his tongue dances over my sensitive bud.
The back of my skull hits the wall with a hard thunk as I tip my head back, but neither one of us really notices. I’m too busy trying to stay upright, and Trystan’s too busy trying to eat me alive.
He tortures me through my panties, teasing me with the way his tongue almost touches my skin. I have a sudden hatred for the small scrap of fabric clinging to my hips, and when I reach down and yank the crotch of my panties to one side, Trystan lets out a low chuckle.
“Something you want, Sable?”
“Your mouth on me.” I stare down the length of my body at his handsome, upturned face. His features always look so perfect and sharp, but from this angle, I see a softness to him that I’ve never noticed before. “I want your mouth on me. Nothing between us. I want to feel all of you.”
“Jesus. I don’t know where you learned to talk dirty, but you’re a fucking natural, sweetheart.” For a second, his expression turns serious, his gaze burning into mine. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve a shot with a woman like you, but I’m glad as fuck I found you.”
My heart swells in my chest, making it hard to draw in a full breath. The heat of our argument has settled into something else. Something heavy and sweet and so real it almost scares me.
I smile down at him, my lips wobbling a little as I thread my fingers through his chocolate brown hair. The moment lingers between us for a moment, and then Trystan leans forward and presses a kiss to my clit. It’s soft and tender, and even though it doesn’t exactly feed the arousal pulsing through me, it makes my core clench anyway.
My hand stays in his hair, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as I watch him slide my panties off and slowly begin to work my clit with his tongue.
I’ve never… watched this closely before, the few times one of the men has done this to me. But now I find that I can’t look away. My gaze is riveted, fascinated by the way his mouth moves over my core, exploring and experimenting until he finds out exactly what I like.
At one point, he hikes one of my legs over his shoulder to give him a better, closer angle. I can barely keep my standing leg from buckling as he stiffens his tongue and spears me with it, making my inner walls clench hard in anticipation.
“Trystan!” I tug at his hair, trying to pull him up to stand. I’m so close, so freaking close. I want to feel him inside me. “Fuck me. Please!”
I feel his smile against my skin as he goes back to circling my clit. But despite my firm grip on his hair, this time he doesn’t follow my command.
“Come on my face, sweetheart,” he murmurs roughly. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
Oh, God. Did he say I’m good at dirty talk? The filthy promise in his voice is all it takes to push me past my breaking point. I fly over the edge, my standing leg shuddering as the other one tightens around him, my hips grinding against his face. He keeps lapping at me until he feels my body relax, all the tension draining from my muscles.
Then he slides my leg off his shoulder and surges to his feet, already pulling his shirt off with one hand. His pants go next, and he’s naked so fast my brain can barely keep up. I get a single heartbeat to admire his muscular frame and narrow hips before he’s picking me up, pressing my back against the wall as he wraps my legs around his waist.
He reaches down between us, fisting his cock and lining himself up, and then he drives his hips forward, impaling me in one thrust.
I’m tight. So tight.
But I’m also so fucking wet.
The stretch of my walls sends a shock through my entire body, but it’s not painful. The heavy grunt that falls from my lips makes Trystan pause for a moment though.
“Sable,” he murmurs, drawing back a little to look down at me.
But I wrap my arms and legs around him, pinning him tightly to me as my lips brush the shell of his ear. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I