Page 95 of Make-Believe Match
Suddenly a splash of something cold hit my chest, and I gasped as it trickled in cool rivers down my sternum and over my breasts. Then came his tongue, warm and smooth as he licked it off my skin. His eager mouth moved along my curves, lingering on my nipples, circling, sucking, biting gently. He poured a little more, and it flowed toward my belly. He licked his way down the center of my body, his tongue making my stomach quiver. He dripped some in the hollow at the base of my throat, and I thought I’d die when his lips and tongue played there—somehow, I felt the fluttering touch on my clit. Was it the blindfold confusing my sensory cortex? Heightening my arousal?
He continued to worship my body with his tongue, his mouth traveling down the outsides of my legs. He sucked every one of my toes. He lifted one heel and kissed a path up my calf. He caressed the backs of my knees with his lips. I was aching for him to put his mouth or even his hand between my thighs—one stroke of his tongue could have set me off—but he carefully avoided touching me anywhere near the nuclear button.
Easing back up my body, he kept my thighs together with his knees and kissed me hard and deep, tricking my senses again into feeling his tongue in other places. I writhed beneath him, trying to lift my hips, desperate to feel his weight on me, to feel the hard length of him between my legs.
He took his bourbon-flavored lips off mine. “So impatient.”
“I can’t help it,” I said. “I’m so turned on right now.”
“What is it you want?”
“I want everything.”
He bit my earlobe. “Be specific. Tell me exactly what you want, and I might give it to you.”
“I want you to lick me,” I said shamelessly. “I want you to make me come with your tongue.”
“Good girl.” His legs released their viselike hold on me, and he moved down the bed. A second later, my legs were pushed apart, spreading me wide open. I held my breath, waiting at the edge of sanity for the sweep of his tongue, the brush of his lips, the glide of his finger. I was pretty sure I could come if hebreathedon me at this point.
“So fucking pretty,” he growled. “And all mine.”
“Yes,” I panted. “I’m all yours.”
The buildup had already been so intense, it took no time at all for the tension to zip along my nerve endings and center at the point of contact with his tongue. It was hot and sharp and explosive, my lower body thrashing beneath him, my arms yanking at the knots above my head, my cries bouncing off the walls. Behind the blindfold, silvery stars pierced the blackness.
My body was still spasming when Devlin tore his mouth off me with a strangled curse. “I have to get inside you.” After some fumbling on the mattress—taking his pants off?—he was back between my thighs, groaning as he slid his cock inside me.
“Still wondering if I’m hard?” he growled as he began to move with deep, slow thrusts.
“I guess I—have my answer,” I panted. “God, you feel so good.”
“I’ll tell you a secret,” he said in my ear. “I’m hard for you all day, every day.”
The storm was gathering again, in a different place this time. Deeper within me. I locked my legs around the backs of his thighs. I lifted my hips and yanked at the ties, begging him to release me.
“I want to see you,” I pleaded. “Just let me see you.”
He stopped fucking me just long enough to pull the blindfold off. Then our eyes locked, and it was like the world around us ceased to exist. For a second, we hung there, suspended in time, and all I knew was the sensation of wanting to surrender. Body. Heart. Soul. I wanted to pour myself into him and feel him pouring into me. I wanted promises. I wanted forever. I wanted love.
Don’t say it, I willed myself. Don’t ruin this.
And because I was afraid my expression hid nothing and he was going to read my feelings in my face, I turned my head to the side and squeezed my eyes shut. If I kept looking in those eyes, I was going to break.
He began to move once more. Harder. Faster. His body hot and heavy on mine. His cock tapping that magical place that had my insides gripping him tight. Buried deep inside me, he rocked into me with quick, steady pulses that sent me reeling over the edge, only this time he was right there with me. And with every throb of him inside me, I felt my feelings for him rise until they were over my head.
I was drowning in them.
* * *
After Devlin untied me, he asked permission to do one more thing.
I gave him a wary look, rubbing my red wrists. “What’s the thing?”
“I want to give you a massage.” He reached for one of the candles on his nightstand and blew it out. “Look, it melts into massage oil. A friend gave it to me as a birthday gift. She works for this company, and she says the candles are amazing.”
“You’ve never used it?”
“Nope.” He sniffed it. “But it smells delicious.”