thing.
Of course, her nipples pebbled, and his train of thought went right out the window.
“Do you have any idea all the dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you?” he muttered, trailing kisses to her taut nipple.
“Tell me,” she murmured.
Lifting his head, he met her gaze, surprised by her request. “You want me to tell you?”
“Well”—she grinned—“provided you can show and tell at the same time.”
He licked her nipple.
Bristol moaned, arching her back. “Kaden, I don’t know what’s goin’ on here, but I feel like I’m gonna go up in flames.”
He didn’t know either, but he felt the same overwhelming intensity. It was a desperate hunger, a driving need to possess her in every possible way.
Ducking his head, he took her nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it briefly before moving to the other.
“Have you ever had your tits fucked before?” he asked.
Bristol moaned. “Oh, God … Kaden.”
He paused his assault on her flesh. “Yes or no, Bristol?”
“No,” she breathed out roughly.
“Squeeze ’em together,” he instructed, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
Bristol did as requested, her hands plumping her breasts. They weren’t big, but they weren’t small, pretty much perfect as far as he was concerned.
Kaden leaned down, pressed a kiss to her chest, then dragged his tongue along the valley between her breasts. “Right here. This is where I want my cock.”
Another moan as she began rocking her hips.
He flattened his palm on her ribs, pushed his middle finger between her tits, working his way through the tight fit, imagining his cock tunneling between the warm, smooth flesh.
“Slidin’ between your tits, your sweet little tongue swipin’ over the head…” Fuck. It was possible he was going to come from simply talking about it.
Before he got too sidetracked, Kaden repositioned her so that her head was on the armrest while he moved back so he could venture lower. He had other things in mind right now, important things. Kaden dipped his tongue into her navel, licking gently, feeling her stomach muscles contract against his ministrations.
“And this sweet little pussy.” He groaned, nuzzling her flesh, inhaling her musky scent. “Put your foot up there,” he urged, nodding toward the back of the couch. “Spread your legs so I can see how pretty it is.”
A sharp inhale preceded Bristol’s movements, but she did as he requested, propping one foot on the back of the couch, the other moving to the coffee table. It opened her wide, gave him an unobstructed view of her slick, pink flesh. She was so wet she glistened.
“Do you know how good you taste?”
“Kaden … please.”
“Please what?”
“Lick me.”
Yeah, there was no resisting that, so he did as she requested. He dragged his tongue from her slick entrance to her clit, back down again, swirling around her opening, dipping inside. He teased her lightly, never giving her quite enough, loving the moans and groans, the way her fingernails dug into his shoulders as though that might make him give her what she needed.
Using his thumbs, he fondled her labia, holding her open while he tongue-fucked her. She tasted like ambrosia and he knew she would become his addiction. Maybe she already was and that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
When she began a rhythmic rocking against his tongue, he switched, circling her clit, sucking her into his mouth, flicking the tiny bundle of nerves. He could feel it pulsing, knew she was close. He didn’t push her over the edge, instead maintaining a steady pace, wanting to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.
She appeared to have other plans, because her fingers twined in his hair, jerking him forward as she ground her clit against his mouth. She came with a shudder and a beautiful cry, her body trembling. He wanted to make her come again, but the hand in his hair tugged, urging him back up her body. Kaden moved, finding her mouth with his, sealing their lips, letting her taste her sweet essence on his tongue.
“My turn,” she whispered. “I want to taste you, too.”
Kaden lifted his head, again shocked by her boldness but not disappointed.
He lingered a little longer at her mouth before forcing himself to his feet. With her help, his clothes disappeared and then she pushed him back down to the couch. To make room, he shoved her coffee table out of the way with his foot, allowing space for her to go to her knees between his legs.
And then Kaden was captivated, completely enthralled as Bristol took