Into Your Arms (Squad Stories #1)(46)

Rhett reaches up to take the elastic out of my ponytail, causing my hair to fall all over my shoulders. He wraps his fingers in it and then pulls my face down for a kiss. Oh. Oh, yes.

He nips at my lips before traveling south to my neck, and I'm pretty sure I see the face of Jesus when his beard scrapes against my sensitive skin and he licks and sucks along to my collarbone. My fingers tunnel into his hair, and I'm probably digging in with my nails, but he doesn't seem upset about it.



       
         
       
        

Rhett gets more bold as I encourage him, adding little nips and bites until I'm an absolute quivering mess. Can you orgasm from neck stimulation? Because I might.

I reach around and unclasp my bra and toss it to the other side of the room. I'll deal with it later.

Rhett lifts his head from my neck and just sort of . . . stares at me.

"Luminous," he whispers just as his thumbs brush across my nipples and I arch my back. Somehow he flips me and I'm back on the bottom as he takes me in. I wish he'd stop it and get back to biting.

Slowly, he lowers his head to my chest and licks slowly between my breasts. Well, fuck. I arch into his mouth and I swear I'm going to lose it. He chuckles and rubs his face on my skin and it's like I'm being slowly tortured in the absolute best way possible. He drifts over to one of my nipples and licks it slowly until it's hard and almost reaching for his mouth.

Rhett proceeds to make me curse and moan more times than I ever have in my entire life. I don't know what kind of sex I've been having, but it's nothing compared to this and he hasn't even touched me down south. I'm a quivering, begging, cursing mess by the time he starts kissing down my stomach. There is no way to control the sounds coming out of my mouth, so I just let them fly. I've never been quiet when it comes to sex. I don't know how anyone can.

Especially if they're having sex with Rhett Miller. He's a master with lips and tongue, and I have full faith in his ability to wield his hands, even though they're big.

My skin quivers as I wait for him to get to where I really need him and then he does something that almost makes me shove him off the bed and run out the door. He reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. He's about to go down on me and he wants to hold hands.

What the fuck is that?

I'm too much of a mess to pull my hand back so I kind of let it happen. Rhett looks up at me from between my legs and the wolfish grin on his face nearly makes me come. He takes his hand back and undoes the button on my jeans and scoots them off my hips. They end up on the other side of the room with my bra. To keep each other company.

He drags his hands up the insides of my thighs and I swear, if he doesn't get on with it, I'm going to strangle him by slamming my legs closed against his neck.

Finally, he reaches the promised land and just barely brushes me over my underwear. That's it.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Will you just go down on me or fuck me already?" I'm trembling and his eyes snap up to mine.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asks, brushing his beard across the inside of my left thigh. It takes a second for me to be able to form words. 

"All good things come to those who wait. Be patient, Luna." Luna? I'm a little too preoccupied with everything else happening to ponder that right now.

"I don't want to be patient." If I was standing up, I'd stomp my foot. I know I'm throwing a tantrum. A mid-coitus tantrum, but Jesus. I just want to have an orgasm. Is that too much to ask?

"I know you don't," he says with a smirk. "But I'll make it worth your while. Promise. Just . . . be patient." I'm giving him ten minutes. I turn and look at the clock on his nightstand, the numbers glowing red.

"Oh, fuck," I say a second later when he brushes his hand across the apex of my thighs again. Take my damn underwear off, buddy.

He does, a few moments later, and I'm so relieved I could cry. I reach for him, but he shakes his head.

"No. I'm going to enjoy you for a little while. See how sweet you are." I've never really been one for dirty talk, other than cursing my brains out, but holy shit. That's hot.

"My sweet, sweet girl," he says, his voice rumbling as he slowly licks my center. Well, fuck. I'm done. Utterly done.

Rhett

She's so impatient, but it's not surprising. I'm worried that she's using me as an escape from whatever she's been running from, so I keep making sure to ask her if everything is okay. It makes her mad, but I don't care. I refuse to let this be something she looks back on and regrets and wishes never happened.

I'm actually still completely in awe that this is happening. When I came up behind her in the kitchen I expected her to push me away, but instead she pressed closer and then turned. Her eyes were big and full of fire, and I knew we'd finally reached our moment after quite a few close calls.