Page 118 of Come to Me

"Not yet," he says.

He cups my breasts as he brings his mouth to my neck. He bites me, gently at first. Then harder. And harder.

I push my legs against his, trying to push him off me, to force him into a position where I can feel his cock against my sex. But he holds strong, biting me harder and harder.

The pain sends shivers down my spine, heightening the feeling of his touch. The ache inside me grows.

I need him now. I need him inside me.

He brings his hands back to my hips, digging his fingers under my panties. Fuck. He's so, so close, but he's not touching me properly. Not yet.

He shifts his body lower, so he's straddling my thighs. I lift my ass, and he slides my panties down, shifting his body along with them, until both are at my feet.

My legs start to shake. I hold onto the bed for dear life, my body tingling from anticipation.

Luke slides his fingers over my calves, grabbing my knees and pushing them apart like he's prying me open.

I swallow hard. He can see every inch of me.

He trails his fingers over my upper thighs until they're so, so close. Almost there. Almost...

"Fuck, you're so wet," he says.

I feel his fingertip, soft and fleshy, against my clit. He strokes me, slowly and gently. Every second of his touch sends another round of shivers through my body. I'm already so keyed up. There's already so much pressure, so much ache inside me.

He grabs my hips and shifts me to my side. Our eyes catch, just for a moment. It's electric. It's amazing. It's perfect.

He moves towards me, pressing his lips into mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I dig my nails into his back, trying to claim him the way he claims me.

He maneuvers my body, placing a pillow under my stomach, so my ass and crotch are lifted in the air for his viewing pleasure.

Fuck.

He brings his lips to my inner thigh, kissing and sucking and nibbling. I can't see anything he's doing. I can only hear him and feel him.

His teeth catch the skin on my inner thigh. He's so damn close. My clit is aching for his tongue. For him to lick me until I come, until the edge is taken off.

He moves closer and closer, until he's barely a centimeter away. His brings his mouth to my lips, sucking gently.

I groan, digging my hands into the sheets. He sucks a little harder. A little harder. A little harder.

He licks me up and down, his tongue soft and wet against my lips. He passes over my clit gently, barely a touch, barely more than a hint of pressure.

His hands find my thighs and push my legs apart. He licks me back and forth with slow zig zags.

I shudder, groaning to release some of the wonderfully agonizing tension.

He brings his tongue to the very tip of my clit. Just a touch. A taste. But it's enough to make my whole damn body shake. To make me scream his name.

He slides his tongue over my clit, from top to bottom, with long, slow strokes. The tension inside me builds, tighter and tighter. He licks me again and again. It's almost too much to bear. Almost too much.

He licks faster, harder. Again and again and again. Quick flicks of his tongue against me.

My legs shake. I reach for anything I can grab onto.

His tongue is soft, wet, perfect. He brings his mouth to my clit, sucking gently. He licks me all over again, faster this time. I slide my knees apart, opening myself to him.

Almost. Almost.