Escalation - Tessa Teevan Page 0,59
my clit, he bites down on my skin, the pain and pleasure of the simultaneous acts causing me to cry out. His hand descends until his fingers find me wet and completely aroused. My legs spread apart in anticipation that he'll push in deeper, harder.
"God, baby, you're so fucking wet already. You’re not making this easy to keep my control.”
"It's you. I'm always wet for you. One touch is all I need. Fuck control,” I say through gritted teeth, hoping to entice him into giving me what I want.
A low, sexy sound emits from his throat. He stands, removing his hand from my panties. Placing both hands on my waist, he urges me forward until my knees hit the bed. He steps back, and I hear him undressing behind me.
Turning, I watch with rabid fascination as his muscles ripple with the removal of his clothes. The sight has my mouth watering, and I lick my lips in anticipation of his hard body taking mine.
"Fuck me. When you lick your lips and stare at my dick like that, I can't handle it," he growls, stalking forward and pushing me back on the bed. “I have to have you.”
“Then take me. I’m yours.”
A strong arm hooks around my hips, and with extreme ease, he hauls me up to the head of the bed and covers my body with his. As he props himself up on one elbow, he gazes down at me, and I can't help letting out a breathy sigh. His eyes darken with a lustful desire at the sound. Then he trails a lone finger across the skin at my collarbone, eliciting a strong shiver to run down my spine.
My breath catches, and his eyes move down to take in the way my breasts rise at the movement. His eyes fill with relief as they fall. Will he ever recover from that night?
The thought disappears as quickly as it came when he touches me. His finger trails down to the hem of my bra, teasing the swells of my breasts. He dips it into the cup as he circles my nipple. Closing my eyes, I lean into him, desperate for him to take more of me in his hand. He bends down, his lips moving across my neck, licking and kissing along the way. He continues the trail down to my breast, which he pulls free from the fabric. His tongue grazes my nipple before he nibbles down on the hardened tip. He slowly makes his way to my other breast, and I let out a moan as my eyes flutter open, wanting to watch.
Instead of continuing his masterful pleasuring, he rises from the bed, causing me to whimper at the lost contact. But then he settles in between my legs, a knowing smirk on his face. My hips arch, waiting for him to take. To taste. His hands slide down my bare legs, teasing and tormenting as they massage the insides of my thighs, so close but too far away for my liking. My core aches for his touch, and when I whimper again, he gives me a reprieve. His thumbs hook around my panties, and he rips them off with the ease and precision of the most skillful lover. As his hand covers my pussy, I close my eyes and press my head back against the pillow, awaiting this glorious contact.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet. Always so fucking wet," he says, echoing his earlier sentiment, almost in disbelief.
When I open my eyes, he’s on his knees, apparently as ready as I am.
"I have to be inside you, Brie. Now."
My fingers slowly trace the bare skin of my torso, and I rise from the bed, removing my bra and covering my breasts, my thumbs teasing my nipples. "Then what are you waiting for?" I ask, my eyes hooded.
Drunk with desire, he aligns his cock at my entrance, filling me with one strong thrust, which has his name escaping from my lips.
His eyes close briefly as he savors our connection. I'd do the same, but instead, I'm savoring this moment, capturing this picture in my memory. When they slowly re-open, a dazed, lust-filled expression greets me. Then he begins to rock his hips, moving in and out of me in a languid rhythm, as if we have all the time in the world. Countless minutes pass by as he makes love to me, filling not only my body, but my heart as well. His love and devotion set my blood