without appearing to be a religious fanatic. I’ll give you one before you leave.”
“This is the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had with a woman in bed.”
“I know, and we better stop talking about him now, or he’ll appear in my head and nip this whole wild ride in the bud.”
She could tell that he wanted to ask her about a saint talking in her head, or what she meant by a “wild ride,” but he saved those questions for later, Thank God! Instead, he leaned down and whispered against her mouth, “I love kissing you.”
“Good,” she whispered back, “because I love your kisses.” With that, she put her hands on both sides of his head and tugged him closer, kissing a line along his jaw, taking the lobe of one ear into her mouth and nipping it slightly, then putting the point of her tongue into his ear, stabbing several times till it was wet. Then she did the same to his other ear.
“Do you like that?” she asked, lifting his head to stare up at him.
“Are my eyes rolling back in my head?” he asked. “Of course I like that. Can’t you tell?” He pressed himself tighter against her down below.
“Yep, you like it,” she concluded saucily.
“Vixen!” he said again, then used the hair on his legs, which she’d noticed earlier, and the hair on his chest, to abrade her skin. Lightly. Teasingly. “Do you like that?” he repeated her question back at her.
Her moan was her only response.
“Now lie still and let me do my thing.”
“Your thing?” She laughed. “You have a thing?”
“Shhh,” he said and kissed her thoroughly, using his lips, and teeth, and tongue to turn her pliant and open. Then he moved his kisses to her cheeks and ears, paying her back in spades for what she’d done to him. Once she was mewling with pleasure, he kissed his way down her body. Down the center of her chest, bypassing her breasts, over her abdomen and belly, around her pubic hair, and down her thighs and calves. He even kissed the bottom of her feet, the inside of her wrists, and raised one leg, then the other, to kiss the back of her knees. By the time he returned to her mouth, she was writhing beneath him and whimpering.
“Now. I’m ready,” she said, arching her hips up off the mattress.
He was obviously ready, too, but he pressed her downward, forestalling any more movement. “Not yet. I still have some secrets to explore.”
“Oh, I don’t know about—”
“Like your breasts. I wondered if the nipples would be tiny pink pebbles or rosy points when you were aroused,” he said in a husky voice as he slid down her body to get a better look.
“And?”
“Both. Perfect, in fact,” he said and took one of her breasts totally in his mouth, then released it slowly, like a suction, till he had her nipple and areola between his lips, then licked and fluttered the tip with his tongue till she’d reached the point of such intense pleasure that she felt like screaming but contented herself with a low keening wail. Then he did the same exercise on her other breast, and the thrumming bliss rose higher and higher, rippling out to all her extremities, then dead center between her legs where she shattered into what seemed like a million shards of pulsing sparks.
She’d had climaxes before. Of course she had, with Phillipe. But this was different. Maybe because it had been so long. Maybe it was his technique. In other circumstances, she might have felt guilty, as if her ecstasy was a betrayal to Phillipe. But now all she could do was pant and blink up at Justin with a dazed confusion.
“Do you have any idea what a turn-on it is to watch you come?”
How would I know that? she wanted to snap. In truth, she felt a little uncomfortable talking about it. Especially since he was equally aroused, as evidenced by his glazed eyes and parted lips and the continuing presence between her legs, but he hadn’t climaxed yet. Reaching deep for nerve, she said, “Maybe I’ve been wanting to watch you, too.” She hadn’t given that a thought, but she would now.
He must have liked her saucy reply because his penis gave a little jerk.
“Now?” she asked tentatively.
He reached a hand down, parting her pubic hairs with his fingertips, testing her moisture. “You might be almost ready,” he concluded.
“Almost?” she choked out.
He smiled and used one finger only