She stood still then, biting her bottom lip. She was perfectly willing to continue stripping, but she wanted him to do it, wanted him to find her impossible to resist, so she got close to him and looked up, but her eyes couldn’t move away from his lips.
Propelled by her inner desire rather than conscious effort, she touched the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up his belly until he grabbed it and pulled it over his head. It was then as if all he’d needed was a little push, because he palmed her cheeks and drew her into a smoldering kiss. All she wanted right now was for him to look upon her as a woman of desire, not a girl who was fragile and vulnerable, and that had been the sense she’d had from him lately. No, she wanted him to want her like she did him—to consume his thoughts, to become the water to quench his unending thirst…because that was what he had become to her.
His warm tongue dominated her mouth, told her that he did indeed feel the same way, and he could no longer deny it. She touched his chest with her fingers, and she could imagine in her mind the tattoos she was grazing with her nails—the gun, the swirls, the skull, the rose, the spider web, the star, more swirls, and as her fingers moved closer to his neck, the words across his collarbone that read You Only Have Today, up his neck where the whirls and curves and colors ended abruptly, just below his jawline, and she could feel prickly stubble against her palms. She continued her journey with her fingers even as her mouth tasted his, even while her body grew taut and warm, and that familiar humming inside told her she needed to feel him inside her.
His hands on the small of her back felt feverish, matching the way she felt inside. She was burning, aching, and she needed him, not to quench her fire, but to tame it, help her manage it, contain it, because right now, it felt like an inferno was erupting inside her, and it was out of control. Feeling his fingers on the back of her bra unhooking it didn’t help. She felt her nipples stiffen once more as he moved his lips to her neck. Her breath caught in her throat, almost as though she’d forgotten how to breathe…and if she had, that would have been okay, because she was with Stone and they were in the perfect moment.
Instead, he placed his palm flat against her back, just under where he’d unhooked her bra, and he leaned her back, laying down a trail of kisses down from her neck to her cleavage. With his other hand, he grabbed the bra in the middle and tore it away, not violently but enough that she sucked in a quick breath. He touched a nipple with his tongue then, and a loud moan, louder than it had any right to be, escaped from her lips, and she felt her right hand tighten around the back of his neck underneath his hair, her nails digging into his flesh. Even at that precarious angle, she couldn’t help but respond to his touch, her back trying to arch even higher so that her breast could fill his mouth. She felt his hand slide up her back so that his arm was holding her up, but she was better balanced, and she could feel his bicep bulging against her skin.
Suddenly, she felt even hotter, ready to break out in a sweat, even as he pointed his tongue against her flesh and traced a line from one areola to the other and the wetness left a cool trail. She moaned again, needing to be filled by him. Her breathing had become erratic even as she tried to maintain focus, but her entire world had become his tongue and the throbbing need between her legs. She wrapped her other arm around his back, hoping to lose that feeling of falling.
But it was all in her head…and it was more than a physical feeling. It was a sensation of completely losing herself, burying herself, and she didn’t know that she wanted it to end. It did end, though, at least in the corporeal world, when he straightened his back, bringing her up with him, and she felt grounded once more. He slid his hands underneath her ass then and lifted her up, and she wound her legs around his back as he started walking across the room.
At first, she thought he was going to set her on the desk that held the recording equipment or in the chair in front of it, but he kept walking. It wasn’t until she saw a drum kit in the corner of her eye that she realized he was approaching the big ass amplifier against the wall. He sat her on it, and that was when she could tell it was solid, in no danger of tilting. He grabbed the back of her panties with his hands and pulled them down under her ass so that the fabric bunched and dug at her skin, so she shifted, helping him ease them off her. He was still wearing his jeans, and she thought that was a damn shame. Yeah, she could appreciate the tats on his exposed upper body, but she wanted his cock ramming into her right now. She could imagine the tats in her head with her eyes closed while she enjoyed the sensation of him being inside her. She fumbled with his button and then felt his fingers at war with hers while he yanked down his zipper.