Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,138

waist, lower and lower, until he reached the panties that hid my most sensitive area. The last time he’d delighted me, he overpowered me, quick and fast, forcing me to the peak before I understood what’d happened.

Nate breathed over the crest between my legs. The heat rocked me, and I bit my lip before I begged him for more.

“I’m being selfish,” he warned.

I bucked my hips, hoping he meant he was too hard, too frustrated. God, I wished he needed to take me then and now.

“It’s okay. I’m ready.”

“I know you are.” He slowly peeled my panties down, teasing himself as the hint of my slit revealed to him. “Since I last had you, all I can think about is devouring you again. This…” He pulled my legs apart and stared at the dark petals quaking for his touch. “This is as much for me as it is for you. If I don’t taste you right now, I might go insane from your scent.”

His tongue danced over my pussy. Nate lapped, slow and steady, tasting my secrets. I’d kept my slit soft and smooth, and he rewarded me with a kiss upon the silken mound.

He stared at me, grinning as my hips chased his mouth. “This is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever had the privilege of tasting.”

Oh, he made being a player sound like such a perk for me…and, it was. Nate understood my body in ways my showerhead had yet to figure out. This was something more than hard-earned skill.

Nate knew me now.

He’d watched how I squirmed. He tasted how I responded. He held me as I bucked.

He’d learned what I liked, and everything changed.

I groaned against the slight pressure of his lips. His hot breath. The slip of his tongue just deep enough into my folds to test my slick excitement.

He had me panting without even touching my clit. He did it on purpose. It would be a long time before he gave me that simple pleasure.

His kisses focused on my inner thigh, teasing the soft skin around my slit, and dipping low to earn my frustrated murmur. Nothing eased that deep, trembling pulse inside me. I wetted for the only man who had ever brought me to that pleasured peek before, and I couldn’t wait for him to do it again.

“Nate…”

“Shh.” He savored me with a long lick. “I’m just getting started.”

I wasn’t above begging, but the words caught in my throat. I gripped the blanket and offered more of my hips.

He wasn’t playing fair. I tried to distract myself. I stared at the sky. The stars sprawled across the horizon, and the sweet, damp air soothed my flushing skin. Everything delighted me more. I couldn’t escape the delicate pressure searing into my core.

I sweated. My whimpers turned pained. This was it. The best and worst eternal agony. I wouldn’t survive if he stopped or ended it. I surrendered and fell limp.

Nate gave a voracious growl and launched upon my center.

His tongue seized my swollen nub, suckling my clit with a fury that stole my voice and left me shattered, breathless, and amazed by the sheer power he wielded over me.

“I want you to come.” Nate’s order was rushed and pained. He growled over my clit, and the vibrations rattled into my core. “The instant you come, I’m taking you.”

“Yes, please.”

“I can’t believe it’s been this long, baby.” He savored my slickness and greedily lapped everything I offered. “Swear to me, right now, right here. You’re mine. I can’t go months without having you again.”

His words pleasured me as much as his tongue. I groaned. Nate didn’t stop.

“You are everything pure and sexy that would drive an honest man to his knees and a bastard like me to the brink of hell. You have no idea how much I want you.”

And he had no idea how much I wanted him, but with promises and vows and futures I couldn’t give and he wouldn’t want.

I nodded, half-delirious with a crazed desperation. I tensed too much. I couldn’t hold back or refuse or deny it any more than I could have forced him to stop his teasing. I cried out and stared above as every star in the sky burst and exploded with me.

I quaked, shivered, and melted, but Nate was there. He kicked down his jeans and leaned over me with a determination that might have been frightening if I hadn’t wanted that fierceness.

I had no time to prepare. The pleasure wound through me, wrapping me in