Wrong (A Bad Boy Romance)(20)

“It’s roomier,” I tell her.

That gets a reluctant laugh out of her. “Yes. It certainly is.”

I can tell she’s still a little unsure, so I take her shoulders in my hands gently and kiss her. She responds, like she has from the beginning, and it doesn’t take much to ratchet up the heat. A matter of seconds and she’s melting against me again, pushing up on her toes to kiss me harder, deeper.

“Okay,” she finally murmurs against my mouth. “Okay.”

I pick her up again. This time I carry her all the way to the bed and lay her down on top of the covers. She’s still wearing her dress from the party, and I want her naked, but there’s something else I want to do first. This is going to be about her, not about me getting my dick wet as fast as possible.

I take hold of the hem of the dress and ease it up her legs, bunching the material around her waist. Her long, slim legs are completely exposed, all the way past the soft cotton thong she’s wearing. I can almost feel the wet heat on my fingertips again, and I lower my face to her mound and breathe deep. She smells rich and musky, intensely aroused. And so hot.

Grasping the edge of the thong, I draw it to one side. She makes a vague sound and reaches down with one hand as if she’s going to stop me from looking at her. I catch that hand with mine—the one that’s not holding her panties out of the way—and weave my fingers between hers.

“No, Sarah. I’m going to look. You know why?” She doesn’t say anything, so I go on. “Because I want to. And because I like what I see.”

Which I do, indeed. She’s swollen and pink, her clit peeking out to show me it’s on board with me touching it. So I stroke it gently with my tongue, and Sarah makes a quiet whimpering noise.

I let go of her hand. Apparently she’s resigned herself to her fate, because she doesn’t try again to stop me. Instead she opens her legs a little wider. I pull at the panties, wanting them out of the way. The cotton gives way under my fingers, and I pull them free and lay a hand on each thigh, holding her open.

There. Everything’s open to me now, naked and free and ready for me to do with it what I will. Her cunt is weeping for me, and as I stroke the glass-smooth flesh on her inner lips, she shudders.

She likes that. Good. I lower my head again. It’s time to get serious.

With my mouth on her and my tongue inside her, I tip her thighs back and open, pressing them to either side of her stomach. “Hold your legs open,” I tell her, and she does, holding them exactly where I put them.

“Nick…” she says.

“Yes?”

“Just…”

“Just what, Sarah? Do you want something?”

“Yes.”

“Then just ask me.” I lay one finger right below her clit, waiting for her to tell me what to do. It’s a bit perverse of me, I suppose, making her wait until she can force herself to say words she’s obviously uncomfortable with, but I can live with that.

“I want your mouth on me.” The words are soft, and I can barely hear them, but I decide not to push her by making her repeat them.

“Then that’s what you’ll have.”

I lean down again and take all that heat into my mouth, stroking her, penetrating her with my tongue, tasting everything, then rolling the tip of my tongue around her clit until she whimpers as if she’s in pain.

“Like that?” I ask her.

“God,” is her only answer. I take it as a “yes.”

This time I slide my fingers inside her and start to pump, deep, fast, gradually harder and harder until I’m bumping her cervix with each thrust. At the same time I use my tongue and, yes, my teeth on her cunt, scraping and licking, pinching her clit gently. She’s gasping so hard now I think she might scream, and her fingers are so tight on her own thighs she’s leaving white marks.

I decide to relieve her of that responsibility and take one of her legs in my free hand. She responds by pulling her arms back and folding them over her face while her teeth clench and her back arches off the bed. I chuckle, letting it vibrate against her delicate skin, which is hot and wet and rapidly getting hotter and wetter.

Time for the coup de grâce. I curl my fingers up, find that secret spot right inside her, and rub it, hard and fast.

This time she really does scream. A hand lands on my head, fingers dragging my hair so hard it hurts. Her body starts bucking under me, and I feel her release flood my mouth. With my tongue flat against her clit and my fingers still tickling inside her, I hold her as still as I can. Her deep, hot channel is clenching on my fingers, clenching and releasing as her climax rips through her. The soft insides of her thighs shake, and her stomach is shivering.