Torch(47)

When my pants were gone, he lifted up my foot and began kissing down the inside of my leg. I started to tremble with desire. It was almost as if my body understood what it was going to do and it urged me on, barely able to contain its thrill.



His kiss was at the back of my knee now, moving down… down… so he nipped at the inside of my thigh. I looked down the length of my body at the striking contrast of his dark head against the paleness of my thigh. I shivered.



“Holt,” I said, shocked by the deep rasp in my tone.



He glanced up, those light eyes piercing me from just above my most secret place. I thought he might say something.



He didn’t.



With our eyes locked, I watched as he licked up the center of my panties. My back arched up off the bed and an involuntary moan pierced the silence around us.



He hooked his fingers in the fabric and slid it down my legs, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder. Then he leaned back down, nuzzling the soft folds of my center, and began to do things with his tongue that were utterly sinful.



In between gasps, I felt his fingers gently part my folds and then the slightly rough texture of his tongue delved into my entrance and made me cry out.



I grabbed up fistfuls of the sheets on either side of my hips and squeezed them until I thought the fabric might rip. My knees were shaking so uncontrollably that I probably would have been embarrassed if I had room for thought inside my brain.



Just before I tumbled once again over the edge of complete bliss, he pulled back and smiled. “You’re so incredibly wet and you taste so sweet.”



I sat up, my head swimming a little like I was drunk, and reached for the waistband of his boxers. He was so hard now that it created a tent.



Before pulling the fabric down, I leaned forward and pressed a trail if kisses down his abdomen and beneath his belly button.



Holt pulled my shirt up over my head and reached around to unclasp my bra, leaving me completely naked to his eyes. It was only fair that he become as bare as I.



I stripped away the last remaining barrier between us, my eyes widening at the way he jutted upward into the space.



It was the first time I’d ever seen this part of a man in person. I wanted to touch it, to see what kind of reaction he would have, but I was afraid he wouldn’t like it. I was afraid I would do it wrong.



I decided to start at the inside of his thighs, the way he did to me. The skin here wasn’t as smooth as his upper body. Hair covered the tops of his legs and grew thickly just above his penis.



As I went up, I cupped his balls in my hand, gently brushing my thumb in an even circle around them before giving them a very gentle squeeze and moving on.



I glanced up at him, again unsure, but his eyes were closed and his breathing was labored, so I assumed I was doing it right.



With that little bit of encouragement, I wrapped my hand around the base of his hardness and gently stroked upward. This was the silkiest, softest part on his entire body. The head was a little bit wider than the rest, and as I slid upward, my hand caught just beneath it and he jerked, a moan ripping from his chest.



“Are you trying to kill me?” Holt said, his voice strained.



“What? No.” I pulled my hand away, thinking I’d done something wrong.



He made a sound and pushed me back on the bed, coming over me, his weight pinning me to the mattress.



“You didn’t do anything wrong, Freckles. You did everything so perfectly that if I allow you to touch me anymore, the fun will be over before it begins.”



I reached up and ran a hand against his soft beard, enjoying the way it tickled my palm.



“I’ll be right back,” he said, giving me a quick kiss before disappearing into his adjoining bathroom. I took the opportunity to slide up onto the bed, placing my head near the pillows.



Several seconds later, he reappeared with a small foil packet in his hand. He tossed it beside me and lay down on the bed.



I kind of thought this would be the part where we—you know—did it. But I was wrong. He started kissing me again, paying attention to every single part of me like I was something that needed to be cherished.



I snuck in some touches and caresses myself, but for the most part, he wouldn’t let me touch him, saying there would be plenty of time for that later.



Eventually, he settled between my still-trembling legs, the length of him teasing my entrance. He kissed me, and then I heard the tearing of the foil pack and his hands left me completely.



Before settling against me again, he placed his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushed my legs open wide. Using two of his fingers, he gently slid into my core, making me groan in anticipation.