Hard as Stone(79)

“Good thing since I love this gorgeous body of yours and intend to worship it every chance I get, in and out of the shower, babe,” Jacob murmured as his eyes watched her beautiful face grow relaxed and dreamy as his thumb brushed her clit again in a light caress. Letting his eyes wander down her body, he took in the vision of her firm breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickened, her skin growing rosy and flushed under the heat of the thick steam of the shower and his slow, deliberate ministrations. Finally lowering his gaze to where his fingers, glistening with the juices of her arousal, worked over the swollen folds of her neatly trimmed pussy, he felt his dick flex against his stomach. Cupping her hip with his hand, he eased her pliant body a step back. “Ass on the bench, darlin’. I don’t feel like controllin’ my appetite anymore.”

Offering the man in front of her a dazzling smile, Harmony subsided onto the wooden bench seat built into the side of the shower. Catching her breath as Jake knelt on the fiberglass floor between her legs, she bit her lip as he dropped his dark head and pressed a wet kiss to the inside of her left thigh before lifting her leg at the knee and draping it over his shoulder. Sighing as he turned his head and brushed the opposite thigh with his lips, she moaned when he lifted that leg over his shoulder as well. His calloused palms slowly stroked their way back to her center, separating her saturated folds with his thumbs as he pursed his lips and blew a cool stream of air against her most intimate flesh and making her legs quiver with anticipation. She knew the pleasure to be found when she was a the mercy of his tongue; he’d shown it to her many times over the past four weeks, but never had she felt like this. So present… so ready. He held her on the precipice of an experience she knew would be life-altering, and she couldn’t wait for him to push her over the edge. “Jake, please,” she whimpered when his eyes began to glitter as he stared down at her core.

“Prettiest, pinkest flower I’ve ever seen, Harmony,” he praised, his deep voice gravelly with longing as he slid his thumb over the petal soft folds. “Love lookin’ at your beauty. Every time better than the last because each time I know that I’ve found my one and only and I’m keepin’ her.” Licking his lips, he shook his head. “No, it doesn’t get better than knowing that.” He slowly pulled the puffy hood back from her clit to stroke the sensitive button with one fingertip.

Straining toward him, Harmony’s hips lifted from the bench. Desperate to prolong his touch, she gripped the long hair gathered at the nape of his neck, threading her fingers through the strands and hanging on tightly.

“You want my tongue, baby? You wanna feel my mouth lovin’ on this sweet little mound?” he asked, leaning forward to plant a lingering kiss against the trembling muscles in her abdomen.

Harmony moaned in response, incapable of forming a single coherent word. His hot breath against her desire slickened heat was driving her slowly, but completely insane.

“Yes or no, Harmony? Not making a solitary move ‘til I hear you say one or the other,” Jacob returned, his low tone mildly threatening as he waited for her to confirm her choice out loud. Later, he wanted no doubts or misunderstandings about who had wanted what here.

“Yes! Jacob, yes!” Harmony finally managed to utter. Her body felt like one open, exposed nerve ending, poised on the cusp of something so incredible, she doubted she’d ever be able to describe it with something as mundane as words. “I want your mouth. Your tongue. Your cock. I want anything you give me. I want you. Period!”

Well, a woman couldn’t get any clearer than that, could she? Sparing a moment to send up a relieved prayer that she’d complied and given him the confirmation he needed, Jacob did not delay further. He bent his head and speared her with his tongue, pulling a shrill scream from her lips when his tongue moved to find her engorged bud. Swiping it with his tongue as her thick flavor flooded his taste buds, he held her as she bucked on the wooden bench, her hips arching wantonly as her thighs tightened around his head.

“Oh, fuck!” she cursed hoarsely, her hands flying to the edge of her seat and curling around the wood as his tongue sank inside her again. Her eyelids fluttered as he built the rising tide inside her, the weight of her oncoming release threatening to crush her. She’d never been touched like this, his mouth so hungry that she thought she might drown in the sensations he coaxed from her newly awakened body. Again and again, his swirling tongue carried her toward the edge only to leave her teetering, ready to fall, but never quite pushing her over into the abyss she craved. “Jake, please! I need to come,” she panted, lifting one hand to bury her hand in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. “Let me have it!”