Come To Me (Dare With Me #3) - J.H. Croix Page 0,22

eyes dip down. Her breasts tumbled loose, plump and round, with her nipples deep pink, both taut peaks practically begging for my mouth.

Whether they were begging or not, I needed to taste them and dipped my head, catching one nipple with my lips. I gave it a slow swirl with my tongue and a light suck before drawing back. I was in danger of coming in my jeans like an untried boy without her even touching me when she let out a ragged cry and gasped my name. I couldn’t resist and had to give the same attention to her other breast. I didn’t want any part of her body to feel left out.

Gemma reached between us, her palm boldly stroking over my cock. Fuck me. This girl was going to push me to the limits of my discipline. Lifting my head, I thumbed her nipple, savoring the way she arched into my touch.

When she stroked over me again, I murmured, “Easy there.”

Her lashes lifted, and her dark, hazy gaze struck me like a whip, spurring my need harder and faster.

“I need—” she began just as I slid my hand over her belly to cup her mound.

Even through the denim, I could feel her heat. “Tell me what you need, sugar.”

“Something,” she gasped, her tone almost annoyed.

I quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid her zipper down, that subtle sound spinning into all the other sensations roaming through my body. There was just enough room for me to get my hand in her jeans and discover her panties were wet with her arousal.

I wasn’t all about finesse, not tonight. I felt as if I were a rock tumbling down the hill in an avalanche, bouncing wildly as I sought the only thing I wanted. Well, not the only thing, but the sole thing I was going to let myself have tonight—her pleasure.

Her hips bucked restlessly into my touch. Although the space was tight, I pushed her panties to the side, delving my fingers in her folds. They were slick with her need. Leaning forward, I caught her lips in mine again, right as she let out a little whimper that I caught in our kiss as I sank one finger and then another, knuckle deep, into her snug core.

Fuck me. The feel of her channel, hot and slick around my touch as I teased her higher and higher, was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I could feel her breasts brush against my chest with her tattered breathing. Even though my T-shirt separated us, the sensation was intoxicating. I clung to my control, delving my tongue inside her mouth and mimicking the motion of my fingers in her channel as she rocked against me.

I could feel her tightening as she rippled around me. I lifted my head because I needed to see this. Her skin was flushed and her lips were pink and swollen. “I want to see your eyes,” I said, my voice strained, like the need strung tight inside my body.

Her lashes lifted, her gaze locking to mine instantly. I watched when she flew apart, her eyes closing again as her entire body trembled and she arched, the muscles in her neck tightening with her keening cry.

Chapter Eleven

Gemma

I barely registered when Diego slowly withdrew his hand and put my panties back in place before zipping my jeans and even buttoning them with one hand. All the while, he held me close. My head fell against his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath after the one and only orgasm I’d ever had with anyone other than myself.

I’d had plenty of sex, just none of it all that great. My experiences with sex were kind of, well, boring. I had actually given up thinking it might ever be much more. Now Diego had gone and completely blown my mind and left me all but a melted puddle in his arms. I felt boneless with sensations flowing through my body like the tide eddying after a crashing wave.

I could feel the hard press of his arousal, just on the inside of my thigh where my legs dangled off the edge of the counter.

I didn’t know why, but I sensed he had no intention of taking things further tonight. A small corner of my mind worried about that. My past experience had led me to believe it was a girl’s job to make sure no man was left wanting. I wanted to give Diego even a spoonful of the pleasure he’d just