Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,65
running my fingers over hard, firm legs and knees. The touch from my hand leaves me wanting more. My lips flutter over his legs as the soft hair tickles my skin. I circle behind him and run my hands over his back and around to his front, my nipples graze against his back, sending a surge to my clit as I use my mouth to explore his body. I lick tiny kisses over his shoulder and end with a quick bite. I hear a sharp intake of air. I love that sound. My mouth spreads into an evil grin.
Moving down to his arms, I kiss his bicep, and nibble. My lips crawl through crevices and ripples, moving over his body in a leisurely stroll of touches and tastes. I find his neck. Shit his neck. I could live here. Nestled in the crux of his neck, I breathe in his scent. Kissing his warm skin, the taste of him intoxicates me. His soft moans and the sudden feel of his hand in my hair makes me wet. I nuzzle into that sweet spot, kissing and licking as the silk of the blindfold caresses my skin. The darkness shuts everything out but him. God, he tastes so good. Feeling his short beard with my hand, I slide my fingers through it, feeling the softness, like a cuddly bear. I bite the crux of his neck and that garners a growl. Lowering my voice, I ask, “Do you like that?”
“Too much.” He says through gritted teeth.
I bite the other side, licking the assaulted spot, and blowing hot breath against his skin.
“Darlin’, if you keep doin’ that,” he warns, “I won’t be able to sit still any longer.”
Hmmm, really? If I bite him again will he jump me? Better not…he’ll probably tie me down and I won’t be able to use my hands…it’s tempting though.
I kiss and lick my way up to his ear. Whispering against his ear, I ask, “Do you like it when I kiss you here?” My nipples pebble against his back, shooting heat to every part of my body, teasing him.
“Yes.” His growl is low in his throat now and my nubs harden more.
The unforgiving darkness behind the blindfold intensifies his moans. I can hear the hitch of his breath, feel the pumping of his heart against my chest, and I drown in the sensations. I lick his earlobe and whisper, “Do you like it when I bite it?”
“Yes.” He grinds the word out. The word sends pulses straight to my clit. The tiny bundle of nerves throbs as blood rushes and pulses through it.
I nibble his earlobe and whisper into his ear with my hot breath. “Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?”
“Ok, that’s it,” he says, his voice low and rough. My hands are flung above my head, taking my breath away. Silk slides around my wrists, I can’t move my arms. His hands are on me, hungry, running over my breasts, palming, kneading. “Let’s see how well you do when someone tortures you, little girl.” The low rumble of his voice sends chills up my back, the words sensually caress my skin.
I expect a full assault, his weight on me, hands rough and demanding. Nothing. For a few minutes, there is only the sound of his breath and the pumping of my heart.
His touch is feather light as the tips of his fingers glide over my nipples, my stomach, stopping at the top of my cleft. His kisses are light and jump from my arms to my legs, back to my neck, and down to my thigh. He’s everywhere and then gone. It’s fucking maddening.
His mouth slants on mine and I push against him with my body, desperate to create friction to spur an attack. My legs tangle with his as I grind my pelvis against him. The need pulses in my pussy, a tormenting hollow ache.
I melt into him as he kisses me. His tongue explores mine, and his lips brush kisses up my neck, between my tits, down my stomach. Hot. Wet. My back arches trying to entice him to do more, to settle between my legs. I crave his touch. Ignoring my body’s demands, he kisses my hips and knees, delicious tiny licks, teasing me. Bastard.
The agonizing ache burns through me. My skin heats with every kiss, every lick. “Tommy, please,” I plead.
“Sit still. I am going to have you beggin’ a lot harder than that soon enough.”