Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,73
on. He gazes down at me, drinking in the sight of my body before him and…says nothing.
I kinda wish he’d say something. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“I am deciding which place to put my tongue first,” J’shel says, voice thick.
Oooh. My thighs clench involuntarily, and I can feel liquid heat pooling between them. I bet if I touched myself I’d be soaked. “Can I offer suggestions?”
“No.” His voice is deliciously hoarse.
“Why not?”
“Because I have decided I am going to put it everywhere.” He puts a hand behind my head and leans down, giving me a hard, fierce kiss. His tongue strokes into my mouth in a hot, claiming sweep, and I moan with how good it is, but he’s already moving on. He licks lower, his tongue brushing over my neck, his teeth nipping lightly at my throat. Shivers race down my spine and now I’m the one panting. His braid is still caught in my hand, and I remember that I want to see all of it, loose and sexy and wild.
“I’m going to undo this now,” I say, even as he nips at my throat again. One hand skims over my side, caressing the edge of my breast and my hip, and it just makes me hungry for more.
“Do as you like,” he murmurs, and then his mouth is lower, slicking over my collarbone. His mouth on a random place like that should not be so damn sexy, but oh god, it feels so good I’m having trouble concentrating. I find the end of his long rope of braid and undo the tie there, then slowly loosen his long hair coil after coil, until it spills over his shoulder and across my face.
I have never, ever had a hair fetish until now, but oh my sweet baby Jesus, J’shel’s hair is getting me so worked up. It’s thick and utterly straight, pitch black in color and so long that it must brush against the backs of his knees when loose. I’ve never seen anything like it and I lift a handful to my face, rubbing it against my lips. I’m so distracted by his amazing hair that I don’t notice where he’s at with the licking until he nips at the tip of my breast.
Then, he has my full attention once more.
J’shel makes a ravenous sound in his throat, his lips dragging over my nipple. He teases it with his tongue, toying with the aching tip and exploring it with lips and mouth. I arch up against him, clinging to those handfuls of hair and pushing my breast higher against his mouth, desperate for more. “Why did I wait so long for this?” I ask him, panting with need. “Next time I’m bossy like that, tell me I’m crazy.”
“I will just spank you instead,” he murmurs, and then moves to my other breast. His hand goes to cover the one he’s abandoned, working and teasing the nipple until I’m squirming underneath him. I never thought too much about what a guy with four hands would be like in bed, but now it’s clear that he’s going to be amazing. One’s teasing my nipple, another skimming along my hip in playful, erotic touches, and he’s supporting his weight with the others so he doesn’t crush me underneath him.
“You telling me you’re going to spank me should not be that sexy,” I manage. It’s hard to concentrate, hard to breathe, hard to do anything while he’s toying with both of my breasts like that. I’m positively writhing underneath him, so full of need that I’m aching.
“I think you would like it,” he tells my breast, teasing the nipple with that amazing ridged tongue of his. “I would make you like all of it.”
That wouldn’t be too hard. I’m already liking all of this. His mouth is damn talented, as are those big hands. I moan another protest when his mouth slides lower, leaving my breasts behind. As if to appease me, he covers my now-lonely breast with another hand even as he kisses lower, and continues to tease my nipples.
“Oh, fuck, that is so unfair.” I arch my hips up against him, so hot and needy I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I’m vaguely aware of his mouth sliding lower as his hands work my now-ultra-sensitive nipples, toying and plucking at them.
He pushes my thighs apart with another hand, and then J’shel licks at the crease of my hip. I’m panting with eagerness as his mouth goes even lower, working