Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,29

washed through me.

I felt the air become sexually charged, watched as Gio took another step closer to me, this primal, almost animalistic look in his eyes. The longer we stared at each other, the more I felt my desire for him grow. This was how it always happened. My love for him all these long years later had never dimmed.

It’d only grown even more potent.

“Come here, baby,” Gio said low, demanding… lovingly.

God, I was so wet. I rose up, my exhaustion all but gone now as arousal took a front seat. I walked around the desk and moved closer to him. I was only a few feet from where Gio stood, his big body more muscular as he’d gotten older.

It should have been illegal for him to look this good. It was definitely unfair. But I sure as hell wasn’t complaining, because he was all mine.

He wore this hungry expression on his face, his eyes locked on mine.

He took a step closer until his chest was pressed right to mine. I stared up at this man, wanting nothing more than to feel his powerful body over mine. All these years, and I still felt like that teenager leading him to my bedroom when the house was empty. Gio was so hard, his cock pressed against my belly, the sweats he wore really letting me feel how big he was. My breasts pressed against my shirt, and I knew my nipples were hard, felt them dig against the material.

He looked at my lips, this low, deep sound leaving him.

“Maybe I should just run you a bath, let you relax before you turn in for the night.” I saw the smirk he gave me at that suggestion.

“You started this. You’re going to finish it… finish me.”

He groaned again. And then Gio gripped my waist, shoved my pajama pants and panties down my legs, all but tore them away, and lifted me up, setting me on the desk. He dropped to his knees in front of me, placed both his hands on my legs, and pushed my thighs open. The vibrations from Gio’s groan settled right in the center of me. The cool air moved along my pussy, and then he looked up at me from between my legs, his hands on my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. The feel of his warm breath skating across the center of my body could have made me go over the edge right then.

“I have to taste you,” he whispered.

I didn’t hesitate to nod my approval. I leaned back slightly, my feet resting on the edge of the desk. And then he had his tongue right between my thighs. I opened my mouth and cried out, tipped my head back, and closed my eyes.

He used that muscle to run up my center, sucking my wetness off and causing more to come from me. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations, so agonizingly delicate with licking my pussy, that I found myself pressing closer to him, trying to make him give me more.

“Gio. Yes.” My hands seemed to have a mind of their own and gripped handfuls of his hair. And when he pulled back, breaking the spell he had on me, I groaned.

His gaze was wild, his mouth slightly open, his breathing frantic. “I want to go slow, Pyper. I want to draw this out.”

I shook my head vehemently. “I need you now. I need this now.” The arousal pounded through me, my voice strong, sure.

He groaned and smoothed his hands up my legs, framed my pussy with his fingers, and resumed licking me. With my eyes closed, my body aching for him, I just let myself enjoy what he gave me. Gio teased my clit on the upstroke and pressed a little inside me when he moved back down. My legs were starting to shake, my climax threatening to rise up swiftly and end this before it really even started.

Over and over, he brought me close to coming but wouldn’t give me what I desperately needed. I wanted to beg him to make me get off. Perspiration started to cover my body, and I closed my eyes and just absorbed all the feelings Gio brought out in me. I laid back fully on the desk, not caring what noise I made, what mess I caused.

Gio kept grunting against my soaked flesh, urging me with his actions to just let go, and God I wanted to, but this selfish part wanted to hold