She gasped and her arms came down. “Let me.”
Need hit him so hard that his vision blurred and his ears buzzed so loudly he could barely hear. “Ah, babe,” he managed to grind out, “you have no idea how much I want to, but I haven’t had my ten minutes yet.”
Ten had become nine, and he was feeling the pressure. He ran his hand from her wrist, down the length of one arm, over her cheek, to trail down her neck. “Let’s get this off,” he murmured, tugging the strap of her tank top down to reveal the firm swell of her breast. The sight was too enticing to ignore and he bent low and pressed a kiss there. She smelled like sunshine and flowers and he inhaled deeply. “You smell good enough to eat.”
Her whole body was drawn tight, tensed and so ready for what he wanted to give her. He couldn’t bring himself to make her wait anymore.#p#分页标题#e#
“Fuck it,” he said on a groan. He stripped off her dress, yanking it over her head, and moved to her underwear. With a few tugs and a helpful wriggle from Lacey, they were off and on the floor a second later.
There she was. Lacey—naked, ready, and waiting. He’d seen her in sections. Her long, trim legs in the summery dresses she favored. Her pert, softly rounded breasts when she’d lost her bikini in the ocean, then later when he’d caressed them in the pool. The flat expanse of stomach on the beach. But all together, capped off by the neat swatch of honeyed curls between her thighs? It wrecked him. The total silence was marred only by the breath sawing in and out of his lungs.
Ladies first.
He repeated it like a mantra in his head as he grappled for control. Trailing his index finger over one hip and upward, he caressed the lean lines of her body until he reached the very tip of her breast. She hissed, gripping the pillowcase with both hands.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said, leaning into her and flicking out his tongue. He teased her nipple until she strained toward him, back arched in an effort to get more of his mouth. Her response to the slightest touch made him wish he had more mouths, more hands to touch and taste everywhere. He closed his teeth gently over the tight bud and nipped.
“Omigod, yesss.”
He cupped her breast and began sucking in earnest, trying to block out her cries as the pressure in his balls built to a heavy ache.
“I can’t…you have to…Jesus, Galen, please.”
Her nipples were beautifully sensitive and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if he could make her come just from what he was doing. Glancing at the clock, he scratched that idea. He was on borrowed time and she’d never climaxed before. No, they’d do this right.
Pulling back, he gazed down at her flushed face. “I need you to keep your hands up, Lace. No matter what I do, all right? No cheating. I’m on the razor’s edge and if you touch me, it’s all over.”
“Anything. Yes, just…please.”
Her eyes were glassy with want and they, along with her soft plea, were almost his undoing. He closed his eyes to block out the sight of her and took a steadying breath, then cupped a hand over her pussy and squeezed. The sweet heat drenched his fingers and he groaned as tremors shook him.
Lacey tossed her head restlessly on the pillow and she bounced her hips against his hand. She was more than ready and he slid one finger down her center, working the slick, tender flesh until her muttered cries became a litany.
“Galen, yeah, oh God, yeah.”
“I need to put my mouth on you. I’m starving for the taste of that wet little pussy.” His words were barely coherent, his voice was so rough. Continuing to stroke her, he slid down the bed until his face was level with her hips, then he dipped his head low. His heart pounded like a jackhammer as he ran his tongue along her seam. When the taste of her flooded his mouth, he lost his mind, sucking and licking, rubbing her swollen clit with his tongue as he thrust one finger into her gripping core.
The jolt of desire was almost electric. So fucking tight. So fucking wet. Then her hands were in his hair, holding him fast, sealing his mouth to her. Her thighs gripped his head, muffling her screams as the orgasm hit her. Her body tensed, legs trembling as she came against his lips, her clutching heat squeezing his finger like a fist as he slid it in and out. Need battered at him like a tidal wave, the urge to feel that tight channel closing over his cock over and over until he exploded inside her, sucking him under.
“That’s, oh, wow. I didn’t think I could, but… Now I get it. I so get it,” she said, gasping for air. Her fingers still had his hair in a death grip and her legs twitched. In spite of the need grinding at him, he wanted to stand up and do a victory lap.#p#分页标题#e#