Punctured, Bruised, and Barely Tattooed(57)

She felt her brows push down in a frown. “Why?”

“Just…trust me.” Well, there was no getting around it. She did—and she would continue to, without question. He’d proven himself worthy of her trust…and her love, and she wanted him to know that. She nodded and then closed her eyes. “Good girl.”

She heard him walk around behind her, but she sensed more than heard his presence there. Then she felt a shiver shimmy through her spine as his fingers brushed both sides of her neck, drawing her hair to the back of her head and lifting it off her neck. She felt his warm, soft, damp lips touch the nape of her neck, and he made a trail of kisses to just under her right ear. Her breath caught in her throat at the sense of anticipation it created in the pit of her belly. She waited, tense, until she felt his lips on her nape again, and he kissed along the other side of her neck this time, only he kept going, and she lifted her chin as his lips continued to move along the line of her jaw.

She was inhaling quickly when he stopped at the base of her chin, and her body stirred with the sense of breathlessness. With an unexpected gentleness, he let go of her hair and she continued to stand, her eyes closed, and she felt her heartbeat speed up, waiting to experience his next move.

Several seconds passed with him standing behind her, doing nothing at first. Her breathing grew shallow as she waited for him to do something, and she finally felt his fingers close around the bottom of her shirt. He raised it in an achingly slow motion, but she lifted her arms when it came time and, while Stone pulled the shirt the rest of the way up, she felt his lips on the back of her neck again, but he pulled the shirt off her and his hands were no longer touching her again. After a few seconds, she felt the tips of his fingers brush up her back, giving her shivers. He paused when he reached her bra, and his fingers wrapped around it, unlatching the hooks. That was when she noticed that his fingers felt like fire against her skin in the coolness of his bedroom.

When he got her bra undone, she felt his lips on the base of her spine, just above her jeans, and he feathered kisses up the length of her back, stopping between her shoulder blades. The sense of anticipation, more than anything else, was killing her. Without being able to touch him or see him, she had no way of knowing what he was going to do next, and what that did to her brain was unbelievable. She didn’t know if it was his light touch, his attention to detail, or the sense of expectation and her heightened senses that made her aroused more than usual, but every nerve on her body felt alive and aware and every inch of skin was awake, ready for his touch.

Finally, she felt him in front of her and his fingers brushed the tops of her shoulders as he pulled the bra down her arms, causing her to shiver again. Then she felt the backs of the fingers of both his hands lightly brushing up her abdomen, stopping just below her breasts. Next, with one warm finger, he traced a soft, slow line between her breasts up to her collarbone. His other index finger joined the one and he moved them centimeters at a time in opposite directions under her collarbone, curving back down when they got close to her underarms. As they continued to trace along her skin, they touched the very sides of her breasts and her nipples grew taut. Over and over, he traced those big, wide, lazy circles around her breasts, and it hadn’t been until then that Kory noticed how sensitive the valley between her breasts was.

Her breath was shallow and erratic and she couldn’t stand it anymore. She opened her eyes and said, “Would you stop teasing me already?” Without a word, Stone’s mouth latched onto her nipple, drawing it in and flicking it with his tongue, and the shock to her system was undeniable. She moaned loudly, shoving her fingers into his hair. She noticed then that her panties were wet, her pussy clenching against itself. How much more could she take?

He released her nipple and said, “You cheated.” She couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face, but she could take the hint. She let go of his hair and closed her eyes again. He began tracing the outer edge of her other breast with his finger, but the circle narrowed with every pass until his finger was touching the areola, so rigid and sensitive. He continued touching it with the pad of his finger, circling in until he got to the nipple…and then he stopped again.

Several seconds later, his tongue touched the very tip and then withdrew, leaving her once more in that heightened state.

It was then that she felt his fingers on the button of her shorts. As desirous as she felt by this point, she wouldn’t have been surprised at all if she’d come if he deciding to just breathe on her bare skin. He moved as though he was in no hurry, though, until he had her shorts over her hips and he let them drop to the floor. He lifted her foot and she peeked one eye open a slit to see him sitting on the floor. While he had her foot raised, he slipped her flip-flop off and then he did the same with the other foot. When she closed her eye again, she was in nothing but her panties and he was, once more, not touching her, making her suffer while she waited. Then she felt his index fingers at the top of her panties and they traced lines to her sides where he then hooked the fabric and pulled the underwear down her legs. He again lifted her foot out of the panties, but he continued raising the leg, forcing her to balance on her other foot, until he rested it on his shoulder so that her lower leg draped over his back.