“Oh, god!” She arched her neck, eyes closed. “I’ll behave. I promise.”
Her words made him even harder, if that was possible. There was something so dynamic about sex with her, about being with her, an eroticism that he didn’t remember feeling with other women, no matter how extreme the sex they had together. He knew at that moment he’d do whatever it took to keep her with him.
Positioning himself between her knees, he lifted one leg and began to string soft kisses from her ankle along her calf and inner thigh, taking little nips along the way. When he reached the little panties, he pressed a soft kiss to the fabric covering her sweet sex before trailing his mouth over to her other leg and slowly drawing a line down to the ankle.
Her breathing accelerated and her fingers gripped the sheet beneath her. He drew the line with his tongue again, scraping at the sides of her knees and tugging the fabric of the panties with his teeth. The more he did it, the more she squirmed, tiny sounds of pleasure whispering from her lips.
When she dug in her heels and tried to thrust herself up to him, he lifted her legs to bend them at the knees and planted her feet on either side of him. Then, instead of sliding off the tiny panties, he pulled the fabric of the crotch aside, pressed the lips of her sex open and drew a line tracing her wet flesh with the tip of his tongue. She moaned, so he did it again, and again.
He lapped the flesh over and over, loving the little sounds she made and relishing the sweet taste of her. Gently gripping her clit with his teeth, he tugged at it over and over, finally putting just the right amount of pressure on it to draw a small scream from her. He bit down a little harder, and just like that, she came, a small, shuddering orgasm, soaking his mouth. He swallowed it, and when her shuddering stopped, he licked the soft pink skin until he captured every bit of the liquid.
Peyton looked down at him, breath fluttering.
“God, Blaze. Just…holy god.”
He shimmied up her body, cupped her face in his palms and took her mouth in a kiss that was both sweet and hot. He swept his tongue inside, licking the warm surface, and she met every thrust with one of her own. If it weren’t for the fact that he was so damn horny, he could have spent the next hour just kissing her.
When the kiss ended, he grinned up at her. “Want more, sugar?”
“Are you kidding me? Damn straight I do.”
He laughed, a low and soft sound. “I live to serve.”
He grabbed the panties and ripped them off, tossing them to the floor. Then he pressed open the lips of her sex with his fingers again and plunged his tongue deep inside. God, she tasted so good. He pressed his face to her and inhaled her scent, his cock crying to be thrust inside. But this was for Peyton. For her. And he’d give her plenty of pleasure before he took his own.
He went to work on that very thing with a vengeance, licking and sucking, nibbling her clit, pulling back his tongue to thrust his fingers inside, curling them so with each backward pull, he scraped that special hot spot. Peyton pressed her heels into the mattress, pushing toward him, those delicious little sounds driving him crazy. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her taste or the soft, liquid feel of her. Every beat of desire entered himself in his cock.
The second orgasm came without warning, just as he closed his teeth on her clit again and thrust three fingers inside her. She rode his hand, his fingers driving in and out, his lips and teeth teasing her clit. When she was finished, lying there panting, tiny quivers still teasing at her inner flesh, he pressed a kiss to her opening, licked her one last time and reached into the nightstand drawer, where he’d placed a new box of condoms.
By now he was so hard it was painful. Hands shaking with need, he ripped open a foil packet and sheathed himself. Then he flipped Peyton over and dragged her to her knees.
“This okay?” His voice was so hoarse he hardly recognized it.
“It will be if you stop talking and start moving.”