Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family #7)(32)

"Fuck, it's turning you on, isn't it?"

"Yes." My voice is low and breathy. Tipping my head up, he seals his mouth over mine again, driving me crazy. I reach out for him, grateful that he's only wearing a tank. It leaves so much skin uncovered, ready to be touched and explored. I run my fingers up and down his arms, feeling the hard muscles, the veins on the inside of his forearms. I feel like he's holding back, and I don't want him to. I press my body against him. His skin is still hot from the shower, his hair damp as I run my fingers through it. Blake trails his mouth down my jaw, to the column of my neck, and lower on my collarbone.

"I want to make you come, Clara," he whispers against my skin. "Around my fingers, on my tongue."

I tug at his hair, heat pooling low in my body. "Blake."

"I want to taste your pussy. I want my mouth on you when you climax."

Oh my God. His words turn me on like nothing else. If he keeps talking like that, I will climb him right away.

"Say yes, Clara."

"Yes."

Blake smiles a sinfully wicked smile with a delicious twinkle in his eyes.

"I have to tell you though, I've never-" I take a deep breath- "I only have an orgasm when...I'm by myself." I shift uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at him. I figure it's better that he knows from the start because he seems very keen on the coming part. Blake slides two fingers under my chin, tilting my head up until he's looking straight at me. His gaze is, if possible, even hungrier.

"I will change that."

I shudder at the determination and promise in his voice. I open my mouth to argue, but he slams his lips over mine, his hands working the button of my skirt. Then he changes his mind and simply pulls the skirt up to my waist, which is even better because I'm not ready to be naked in front of him yet. He leads me backward through the room, and when my legs touch the wooden panel of the bed, I sit on the mattress. Blake lets out a deep groan. It's the sexiest sound I've heard. Manly...almost primal.

"You're beautiful, Clara. I want to do so many things to you."

"Do them. All of them. Please."

"Lie back and open your legs for me."

I do, feeling more exposed than ever, even though my panties are still on.

"Take your panties off."

Licking my lips, I lift my butt slightly, pushing down the black cotton thong, feeling Blake's gaze on me the entire time. Once the panties are out of the way, he lowers himself until I can only see his head between my thighs.



       
         
       
        

I inhale sharply as he places each thumb at the sides of my entrance, then slides them up and down my folds. I'm on fire, right until he blows a cold breath directly against my heated flesh. I shudder almost violently and my fingers dig into the mattress. Then he dips his tongue inside me exactly once, and I'm certain I'm going to break out of my skin.

"Oh, Blake!"

I plant my feet firmly onto the mattress, needing to ground myself. He pulls his tongue out, leaving me feeling empty. Then he licks up one fold, starting from my entrance right up to near my clit. He repeats the motion on the other fold, driving me absolutely crazy. Every synapse snaps to life, greedy for more.

He draws circles with his tongue, starting from my entrance, and going up, up, up, then down again. But he isn't touching my clit, never my clit. Each time his wicked hot tongue approaches it, I dig my heels deeper into the bed, anticipating the delicious-if brief-reprieve, but it never comes. Instead, my anticipation rises and rises, and it's downright killing me. I'm panting frantically, needing a release from the sweet torture. I'm so turned on I can feel myself dripping.

"Blake. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!"

A stirring low in my body alerts me that an orgasm is building inside me. The recognition sends a bolt of heat coursing through me. When Blake finally sucks my clit into his mouth, I explode. My hips buck up and Blake greedily cups my ass, digging his fingers into my cheeks. Even lost to pleasure as I am, I can feel his desperation, his hunger for me. The intensity of his passion sends me over the edge. My climax is so intense it leaves me breathless.

He kisses my inner thighs, then comes up, resting his arms at the sides of my shoulders, caging me in. I want to tell him many things, but I'm still too high on pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

He kisses me, and I can taste myself on him. My body reacts instantly, pressing into him.

There is as much tenderness in him as there is passion, and that tugs at my heartstrings. I like being surrounded by him, feeling his chest press against my breasts, his arms at my sides. A strange thought occurs to me: I never want him to let go. With a shake of my head, I shove the silly thought aside, focusing on the here and now. Now that I'm not lost in the realm of lust anymore, I can see his eyes are hooded with desire-and his erection is pressing against my thigh.