Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,30
time since I’d been kissed that way, with passion and heat, like he needed the air I was breathing in order to survive. And that was exactly how Stellan was treating me, and damn, could that man kiss. His tongue was wicked, his lips soft, and his big hands gripped me with a gentleness I didn’t expect.
Red flags, bombs, and signals should have been going off in my head telling me how wrong it was to be kissing him. He was a man, after all, and I’d never done anything with someone of the same sex before. Yet the only activity in my mind was the acknowledgment of how fucking good Stellan tasted and how right it felt to be kissing him. I could’ve continued kissing him for hours, and I pressed my chest tighter against his as my hand slid up from where it was grasping his bicep to finally give into temptation I’d been fighting since I first met him. I tangled my fingers in the locks that hung loosely around his shoulders and groaned at how soft it felt against my skin.
When he sucked on my tongue, my groan turned primal as my pants grew tighter, and I was two seconds away from straddling his lap. Sure, I’d kissed countless women, and slept with plenty, but this was uncharted territory and I had no idea what I was doing, so I was just rolling with it as my instincts took over. Usually I was the one who took the lead and determined the pressure of the lips, the depth of the passion, and even if any tongue was involved, but not this time. Stellan was the one in charge, and I had no problem handing over that control to him.
He kissed me as if he was dying for a drink and I was the only one who could quench his thirst. And damn if I didn’t want to be that man. I returned his passion, kiss for kiss, and when he bit down on my lower lip, I couldn’t stop the low groan that emanated from my throat or my fingers from gripping his hair as I pulled him even closer to me.
But the longer we kissed, the more I came to realize it wasn’t enough for me. We were nowhere near close enough. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted fewer clothes. I wanted skin against skin. I needed more, dammit. It’d been much too long since I’d been touched, and I wanted Stellan to do it.
Then, he pulled away, and I was left reeling over the fact my entire world had been rocked from a kiss that was anything but simple and trying to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I gasped as I reached up to gently touch my lips. They were wet and swollen from being pressed against Stellan’s for so long.
“I take it that’s a good thing?” he mused, and I turned to look at him.
His locks were messy and mussed from my fingers, his lips just as swollen and moist as mine. His pupils were blown so the hazel coloring was barely visible, and all of that was because of me. And, damn if a bit of smugness didn’t wash over me knowing I was the cause of his disheveled appearance.
“It’s a very good thing,” I told him as my cheeks heated.
“Oh no, none of that.”
“None of what?”
“Being shy and flustered. I just kissed those lips that are turning down in insecurity, and nothing about the man who kissed me back was hesitant or unsure.”
“What was he then?” Because now that we were back to talking, I was feeling awkward and shy.
“Passionate, heated, and very sure of himself,” he said softly before running a finger across my tender bottom lip, “and confident in his delicious mouth.”
“D-delicious m-mouth?” I stuttered.
As I spoke, my lips brushed against the finger he still had pressed against them, and I couldn’t stop myself from poking out my tongue to lick against his skin. A low rumble tore from his throat as he pressed his finger harder against my lips before pulling away.
“Very delicious. I’ve been thinking about kissing them since the day I met you.”
“You have?” I asked in surprise. “B-but people throw themselves at you. I’ve witnessed it!”
Stellan shrugged. “So? It doesn’t mean I want to catch them. No one has held my attention the way you have.” I must have looked dubious because he added, “But you don’t look convinced. Why is that so