Sustained(47)

I dip my head and take one peaked nipple into my mouth, working it over with my tongue, making her squirm and grind against my thigh. Then I pick her up, wrapping her legs around me again, before slowly laying her down in the center of the bed. She guides me over her, between her legs, and now we’re kissing and rubbing—moaning and grinding. It’s fucking fantastic.

Quick gasping curses slip from between Chelsea’s lips, and it’s so goddamn sexy because she’s trying to keep them in . . . and just can’t.

I slide down her writhing body, kissing and licking as I go. I nibble around her belly button, making her stomach contract. And just as I’m about to dive into pussy heaven, Chelsea whispers my name.

“Jake.”

Only . . . it’s not the good kind of whisper—not a Jake, fuck me right now type of tone. Has more of a wait kind of sound to it.

I look up into her eyes and ask against her skin, “What’s wrong?”

There’s vulnerability in her eyes and she does that flaily thing women do with her hand. “You should know I . . . I don’t usually . . . get there this way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, sometimes it can take a long time for me to get off when a guy is . . .”

“Going down on you?” I finish for her.

And I swear her entire body blushes.

“Yes.”

I consider this information while nibbling on the skin just below her hip bone. It’s succulent.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Please say no, please say no, please say no . . .

“No, it’s fine . . .”

Thank fuck.

“. . . I just didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

I laugh a little, ’cause it’s not the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard, but it’s up there. “That’s . . . really just not possible.”

But now I’m intrigued. I slide back up until I can kiss her mouth and her tits press tight against my chest deliciously. Then I shift my hips, rubbing our lower halves together. Chelsea groans and sucks at my neck, getting into it.

“Why do you think you can’t come with my face between your legs?” I ask against her ear.

“Do we really need to talk about this now?”

“I’m a lawyer. Asking questions turns me on. Having them answered is pretty hot too.”

“I just . . . ,” she pants. “I can’t seem to ever relax enough, you know? My mind’s always going. Always worried . . .”

I trace her ear with my tongue, blowing softly. “Worried about what?”

She scrapes her nails down my back. “You know . . . the sounds I’m making, what I . . . smell like . . . taste like.”

Is she kidding? There’s no way in hell I’m letting this go.

“Close your eyes, Chelsea.”

She does. And I wrap her hand around my length, stroking slowly.

So fucking good.

“Now say my name.”

“Jake.”

Christ.

“Again,” I grunt. “Fucking moan it.”

“Jaaaake.”

I grow harder, hotter, in her hand. I rub her thumb on the pre-cum that leaks from the tip, spreading it around the head.

“Do you feel that?” I pant harshly.

“Yeah.” She gasps. “Yes.”

“That’s what your sounds make me feel.”

She keeps her hand on my cock as mine skims down her stomach into her panties. She’s smooth and swollen and so fucking soaked I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I slide my fingers through her lips, where she’s warm and wet.

And then I bring my fingers up and run them across her upper lip.

“What do you smell?”

She’s breathing so hard from her open mouth, it takes her a moment to answer.

“I . . . it smells clean . . . hot. Oh god, it smells like I want you really bad.”

What a great answer.

I dip my fingers back in, circling her opening, teasing us both. Then I trace them over her lips, painting her with her own desire. She gets what I’m doing and slides her tongue out without being told.

“What do you taste like, Chelsea?”

“Sweet . . .” She gasps. “Warm . . . thick . . . like honey.”

And I can’t hold back a second longer. My mouth crashes onto hers—sucking all that sweetness off her lips. Licking at every drop. When I finally break away, I promise, “Now I’m going to make you come. And it’s going to be every bit as fucking good for me as it is for you. Probably better.”

Need pushes on me hard. I yank her panties down her legs and spread her wide open. And then my lips are on her like an openmouthed kiss, lapping and sucking, spearing her with my tongue.

Her back arches and her hips buck against me. I grasp her and hold her down, delving my tongue deep inside, tasting heaven. I push against her harder, covering my face in her—fucking drowning. And it’s sublime. I eat her like she’s the last meal on earth, devour her like the delicacy she is.