Up to Me - By M. Leighton Page 0,17

encourage it. I throw myself into it.

Reaching behind me, I grab his hip and pull him into me, grinding my butt against him. I hear him groan as his hand leaves my breast to travel back down my stomach to the juncture of my thighs. I spread them the tiniest bit to allow him to touch me. And he does. He slides one long finger between my folds, pausing only briefly to flutter over the nub at the top before slipping inside me.

"Mmm, what's this?" he says, pulling his finger out and then thrusting it in farther. My nails bite into his hip and he flexes against me again. He's even harder. And bigger. If that's possible.

"Were you dreaming about me?" he whispers in my ear. "It sure feels like you were." He rubs me with his palm and penetrates me with his fingers. "Were you dreaming of me touching you like this? Or were you dreaming of me doing more?"

I say nothing. I can't think past what he's doing to me, past what I want him to do to me. Over and over and over again.

"I think you were. I think you want this, but you're afraid. But not tonight. Don't be afraid tonight. Just let me have you. Let me show you how good we are together."

Gently, Cash moves from behind me. I start to roll onto my back, but he stops me. "No," he says flatly. When I start to speak, he cuts me off. "Shhh," he murmurs, rolling me onto my stomach. "Onto your knees." I hesitate only for a second, but it's long enough. "Do it," he orders softly. "I promise you'll like it."

I come up onto my hands and knees. I feel Cash's warm body at the backs of my legs and my butt as he moves in closer to me. His warm hands find my hips. His fingertips dig in and he pulls me back into him, his hardness pressing against me. A shiver of pure lust trembles through me.

Pushing gently, he urges me forward. I crawl toward the headboard until I'm hovering over my pillow. "Reach out with your hands."

I do it, curling my fingers around the top of the wooden headboard. Slowly, Cash bends over me until I can feel his chest against my back. He breathes into my ear, "Spread your legs." When I do, one of his hands moves between them from behind me. He puts his thumb inside me as his fingertips play with the slippery skin between my folds. If I were standing, I would collapse. I feel his touch all the way in my knees. I can't stop the moan that leaves my lips in a rush.

"You like that?" His tongue flicks my earlobe.

"Yes," I say with what little breath I have.

He moves my hair aside and kisses the back of my neck, then the center of my back. I feel his warmth moving away as his lips make a trail down to my lower back and over my butt.

The bed moves as he shifts behind me. I feel his head slip between my legs and press into the pillow between them. I look down just as he looks up and, in the low light, I see his black eyes sparkle. The fire in them is enough to make me flush all over.

He never takes his eyes off mine as he, from the back, winds his hands around the tops of my legs and pulls me down onto his mouth.

The first touch of his tongue is like lightning. Heat gushes through my core and lands in a puddle against his lips as they move over me.

"Ride me," he growls, his voice thick with desire. As if to encourage me, he thrusts his tongue deep inside me.

With his hands on my legs, he urges me into motion. In and out, his tongue moves within me. Back and forth I move on his tongue, rocking on my knees, sliding over his face. His lips and face stimulate all parts of me at once and it's nearly more than I can bear.

My breath comes in quick bursts. My fingernails dig into the wood of the headboard. My hips rise and fall over his