I didn’t think that I would think it was a great idea.
He went on, proving me irrevocably correct. “I’m thinkin’ I’ll watch while you make yourself come.”
Oh… my… God.
Me and my bright ideas. I was such a dork!
“Get off!” I cried.
He kissed me. I bucked and twisted these being the only options for me. He didn’t budge.
I tore my mouth from his. “Seriously, Luke, this is not cool.”
His hands ran down my sides and I couldn’t help it, my body trembled because his hands on me felt nice. I knew he felt it, he had to have felt it.
Hell and damnation.
“No?” he asked, sounding satisfied.
Yep, he felt it.
“Go to hell!” I snapped.
He touched his mouth to mine then he moved lower, his mouth on my neck, my throat. Then lower, spending some time at my br**sts. Then lower, at my belly. By the time his tongue traced the top edge of my panties, it was like I hadn’t had an orgasm a few hours ago; it was like I hadn’t had one in ten years.
He went lower and my legs opened immediately in invitation.
Damn it all to hell.
He kissed me over my panties. I moaned and lifted my hips, more than ready for him. His hands slid under my ass and that was it. All vows to vibrators and swearing off men were history.
This was quite simply hot. His mouth moved on me over my panties and it felt good. Even better, it felt naughty and slightly pervy not being able to touch him. I wanted to touch him, needed to put my hands to his head in encouragement, keep him there and not let him stop. Not being able to do that, having no control over the situation, was sexy as all hell.
He moved away and I made a sound of protest low in my throat. But he only moved to pull my panties down my legs. Then he was back and he hit the target immediately.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, bucking now to get closer to his mouth. I was out-of-control moaning and panting. I couldn’t help it and didn’t try.
It was better than that morning, it was better than my self-gratification that afternoon (far better), it was better than anything I’d ever had.
It was exquisite.
I was there, right there and I gasped, “Luke.”
Then his cell rang. His mouth stilled. Then his head came up.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Not again.
“No!” I cried aloud.
He moved up and over me. “Fuck,” he muttered, sounding pissed and full of regret at the same time.
It was the regret that penetrated my pre-orgasm fog.
I stared at him. “Go back. Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He kept his body on me but reached to the nightstand.
“Luke, please,” I begged and I didn’t care what I sounded like, this was not going to happen to me again.