Ride the Tide (Deep Six #3) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,82
instead of, you know, speaking. “How about you make it up to me by getting this show on the road?”
Her words must’ve pleased him. Because a second later, he sucked her finger into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. Then, he claimed her lips and gently palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she gasped with pleasure.
She tried to fist his turgid length again, and again he manacled her wrist to stop her. “Waist up, woman,” he grumbled against her mouth. “You got free range there but nowhere else.”
“Fine,” she muttered, “but please don’t think you’re restricted to the same area with me.”
His answer was a low growl and a return to what he’d been doing.
He used his lips and teeth and tongue and hands on every inch of her. Each part of her seemed to hold some sort of fascination for him, and he took his time exploring. Thoroughly. Very, very thoroughly until his warm, callused palm splayed over her lower belly.
If he didn’t ease her exquisite misery soon, she was going to do it herself. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more.
Just when she was about to reach down to touch herself, the wonderful, talented man placed the heel of his palm directly over the spot where she needed it most. Then he curled his fingers around her. “Fuck me, you’re wet. And your little clit is so swollen and hard.”
At that point, she could do little more than whimper. When he dragged his hand up and down in a dirty grind, she couldn’t even manage that. She was no longer a human woman. She was a wanton mass of flesh and blood and screaming nerve endings.
She was her clitoris. It was where she began and ended. And just when she thought it couldn’t get better, it did.
He slipped a thick finger inside her and pumped twice before adding a second. Now, along with the jangling of the nerve bundle at the top of her sex, she was deliciously full. Wonderfully stretched. That void at her center mercifully filled.
His tongue stroked into her mouth in a rhythm to match the advance and retreat of his fingers. Then he wiggled them in a come-hither motion, and she disintegrated.
That was the only way to describe it.
She blew into a million pieces and every single one of them pulsed with delight. Over and over and over again. Throbbing. Tumbling. Expanding. Retracting.
She was pleasure. She was pain. She was the universe and she was an atom. Whole in a way she’d never been before and yet nothing at all save for a jumble of exquisite, raw satisfaction.
She couldn’t say how much time passed. It could’ve been ten minutes or ten seconds. But eventually her spasms were reduced to shivers. And she thought she heard him say, “That’s one.”
One what?
She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She was too busy basking in the aftereffects of a glorious release.
“Alex?” He rubbed a knuckle down her cheek, coaxing her eyes open. She blinked twice because she’d gone cross-eyed.
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “Difficult to talk. Vocal cords and body paralyzed by orgasm.”
His expression was bemused. “Are they, now? And just think, that’s only the first one. How will you feel after the next?”
When she replied, “Can’t wait to find out,” he chuckled and she became acutely aware of the length of him against her hip. He was weighty and thick.
“Can I venture below the belt now?” she asked when he nuzzled her cheek. Her ear. His breath hot and wickedly moist over her flesh.
“No.” He tongued her earlobe.
“Why not?” She pouted. “When’s it going to be my turn?”
He nipped at her collarbone. Her nipples seemed to think he was headed their direction, because they sat up and started trying to get his attention.
“After I give you three orgasms, you can do everything, anything you wanna do. In the meantime, I claim the right to do everything and anything I wanna do. And right now I wanna taste what I just touched.”
Something about his plan seemed inequitable. But she couldn’t figure out what it was. Not with his fingers busy at her breast.
After her explosive orgasm, she would have thought she needed time to recover. But apparently not. She was already losing her mind again. Everything inside her squeezing impossibly tight.
He wanted to give her three orgasms before he’d allow her to touch him?
Who was she to argue?
Chapter 22
12:57 p.m.
Alexandra Merriweather was as cute as a kitten and as sexy