Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) - Crystal Kaswell Page 0,58
mine. There's vulnerability in them.
How the hell did I get so lucky to find Tom? He's...
He rubs me harder. His voice gets rough. "Say it."
It's hard to think much beyond he's Tom. But there's no better way to describe it.
He's everything.
I stare back into his eyes. "I need you."
"Fuck, Willow." He pulls me into a deep kiss, still teasing me with his finger.
I do need him. And now. I break the kiss so I can pull his t-shirt over his head. After one long, sweet moment of gawking at his body, I undo his jeans and push them off his hips.
Then the boxers. Only enough that I can see his tattoo. Willow. My name in a curvy script over his hipbone.
My name on his body forever.
I trace the letters with my fingertips.
Tom kicks off his shoes. He pushes his jeans and boxers to his feet. Then they're gone, along with his socks.
He does away with my t-shirt. My bra. He takes his time exploring my chest. He traces the lines of my tattoo—he does it nearly every time he sees it—then he drags his fingers up my torso.
He cups my breasts with his hands. I used to feel like small breasts meant I was missing out, but I love the way his hands envelop me.
The way his eyes go wide as he plays with my nipples.
God, he's good at this. Pleasure shoots to my core with every flick of his fingers.
He stares into my eyes with a wealth of affection. Right now, I'm the most important person in the world. The only thing that matters in the world is the two of us together.
My hands go to his hips, but that's not enough. I need him feeling good too.
I brush his cock with my palm.
He shudders. His lips part with a sigh. "Willow."
I watch his reactions as I tease his tip with my thumb. First the flesh then the metal balls of his apadravya. He groans every time I touch it.
Never thought I'd be with a man with a cock piercing. Certainly never thought I'd marry a man with a cock piercing.
But I fucking love this thing.
His pupils dilate as I wrap my hand around him and stroke him.
He squeezes my nipples. Harder. Hard enough I have to bite my lip to take it.
Tom brings his hands to my wrist and sets it against my side. Then he's unbuttoning my jeans. In one swift movement, he slides them, and my panties, to my feet.
I kick my shoes off. Then the rest.
No more clothes in the way. We're naked in front of each other. We've been here a hundred times—more even. Every time, it feels exhilarating, intimate, loving.
Every time, it feels hot as hell.
I let Tom lead—he's damn good at it. He shifts onto the bed on his back then he pats the spots in front of each shoulder.
He's telling me to sit on his face.
I did ask to come on top of him.
My sex clenches at the memory of his tongue. It's only been a few days, but my body is greedy.
I'm greedier. I need more than coming on top of him. I need him coming under me too.
I crawl up the bed next to him. His eyes are still wide with desire. He's still in that fuck, I need you daze.
My lips find his. His kiss is hard, hungry, needy. He groans into my mouth. His hands slide to the back of my head, pulling me closer.
Damn, he tastes good.
I press my palms against his chest as I break the kiss. It takes a bit of careful maneuvering to swing my thighs over his shoulders.
I sit on him, facing his feet, and I plant my hands outside his hips.
His hands go to my hips. His mouth goes to the inside of my thigh. "Fuck."
I plant a kiss on his stomach and watch his muscles tremble with anticipation. I kiss lower. Lower.
I trace the lines of his tattoo with my tongue.
His fingers dig into my hips as I brush my lips against his cock. He tastes good here too. Like soap and like Tom.
He kisses his way up my thigh. He gets closer and closer then his lips are on me. He licks me with patient strokes. Every flick of his tongue sends another wave of pleasure through me.
I surrender to his movements, sinking deeper into the bed, my sex pressed against his face.
He groans with pleasure as he licks me. It feels so fucking good.