Playing With Fire (Tangled in Texas #2) - Alison Bliss Page 0,85

as my fingers traced over his thickness and I delighted myself in the bumps and ridges under the smooth, silky skin.

“You’re so hard,” I said, then blushed a little as I realized I spoke out loud. “I mean, you have a lovely, um…” Damn. I still can’t say dick out loud.

I found certain motions took him to a higher aroused state. Direct contact made him grow thicker and longer, which I hadn’t thought possible, while my hand pumping his shaft deepened the color of his helmet. Every moan, every grunt he released, hit me low and deep, sending ripples of pleasure cascading throughout my body. Then I tried this contract and release variation on him that I’d read about.

A quiver ran through him and his eyes flew open, wild and burning with need and desire. “Don’t overdo it,” he managed to say, “or this demonstration won’t last very long.”

I smiled sweetly at him, but a dirty little giggle left my lips. I couldn’t help it. I loved the look of immense pleasure in his eyes.

At this point, I felt like an artist, harvesting my creativity and experimenting freely with his “materials.” And my eagerness to please didn’t want to lessen the severity of his symptoms. Nope, I wanted to magnify them, even though I knew his self-control would be tested.

So I sloped my hand underneath him, investigating the underside. His stomach flattened as I cradled him, cupping his balls in my palm and savoring the different textures while kneading him gently. Then, in slow motion, I leaned forward and dropped my moistened lips over the tip of him, tasting him for the first time.

A guttural moan left his lips. “Oh, Christ.”

Then he groaned as I dragged my lips all the way down until his head hit the fleshy part of my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his hand fist my comforter. “Anna…you don’t…have to do that.”

I pulled my head up, allowing my lips to linger just over him, and he sucked in a breath. “I want to,” I whispered and lowered my head again.

My tongue swirled around the head, and my lips tightened around his shaft, working their way back down to the base of his penis. He breathed heavily and twisted his fingers into my hair. Judging by his hesitation, I could tell he was resisting the urge to thrust upward into my awaiting mouth. Damn, he’s really struggling…and I love it!

Instead, he pulled me back firmly. “You have to stop. Now!”

I blinked. “Was that okay?”

“Darlin’, that was a hell of a lot better than just okay. Jesus. I have a strong desire to spank you right now. But I think I need to steer my thoughts to something pure for the time being or this little experiment of ours is going to end with an explosion.” He released a heavy sigh, then said, “Where the hell did you learn to do that, anyway?”

It was a rhetorical question, and was obviously meant as a compliment, but I smiled proudly as I answered him. “I practiced.”

Cowboy bolted upright and fire flashed in his eyes. “What? With who?”

My grin widened at his reaction. “No one, silly. I practiced that move on a banana.”

He blinked at me, but I didn’t miss the look of relief that washed over his face. “My God. The woman’s touching herself and giving a banana head,” he said to no one in particular. “Then she has the nerve to call me silly.” He shook his head in disbelief as he glared at me. “Got anything else in your bag of tricks I should know about?”

“Can I show you?”

He considered my question thoroughly before giving me a reluctant nod and lying down once again.

I lowered my head and licked him again. He groaned and the sound came out as an abrupt, one-word warning. “Anna.”

“Just wait,” I told him, wetting his tip with my tongue. “It gets better…well, so I’ve read.” My fingers slid slowly down the long ridge on the underside of him as I took him into my mouth once more and ravished him mercilessly.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re killing me,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my neck.

At first, I thought it was to impede my motion, but quickly realized he was steadying himself by anchoring his hand in my hair. A sense of satisfaction washed over me as he fought for control mostly because I wasn’t nearly done with him. Keeping firm continuous suction, I allowed my fingers to