Page 89 of His to Burn

Something deliciously wicked.

She didn’t speak as she got closer.

She didn’t need to.

I let out a deep sigh when she snaked her tongue out of her mouth and curled it around my thumb.

She gave my thumb a little tug and then sucked it deep into her mouth.

I felt it in my cock, my belly tingling with desire, my cock at attention.

Asia kept her eyes on mine as she sucked my thumb in deeper and swirled her tongue around the tip.

I was sure I’d never seen anything sexier than Asia’s pouty expression, hadn’t heard anything sexier than her little panted breaths.

My cock throbbed in time with my heart beat, and I pulled back quickly and gripped her head in my hand.

“You asked for a kiss,” I said.

She smiled, but before she could answer, I pulled her close and covered her lips with mine.

I kissed her with all I had until we were both panting, our breaths mingling, heavy in the room. She tasted like perfection, like everything I never knew I needed.

I ground into her, my hard cock like stone against her soft belly.

The soft little rasp that poured out of her mouth snapped something in me.

I broke the kiss, and then went to cup her breast, but she slipped out of my grasp.

“I was kissing you,” I said, my voice stern but not remotely reflecting my desire for her.

All Asia did was laugh.

“I changed my mind. Now I want to kiss you,” she said.

And that’s exactly what she did.

She kissed my fingertips, kissed up my arm, painting featherlight kisses against my neck, my jaw, my lips.

I tried to pull her in and deepen the kiss, but she again broke my hold.

She pushed me back and straddled me, kissing her way down my body.

The barrier of my clothes between her lips and my skin only made me crave her more, the warmth, the weight of her body against me building anticipation.

She hooked her fingers into my pants and underwear, and I lifted, allowing her to slide them down my hips and off. My cock was at full attention, the tip angry red and begging for her touch.

She denied it; denied me.

Instead she placed another of those soft kisses against my hip. Her breath on my skin left goosebumps in its wake as she worked from my hip toward my belly button.

She inched closer and closer, the feel of her breath, the pleasure of her kisses, sending precum oozing out of my tip.

And still, she didn’t touch me where I wanted it most.

She moved around my cock, kissing and licking her way down, down down…

“Fuck!” I uttered when she lapped her tongue against my sac, increasing the pressure from one side to the other until she covered every inch.