Page 6 of Professional Liar
He shivered too. I could feel the ripple against my knees, then in his hands as they quaked their way up my stomach to my breast. He stared at me like he’d leapt into a haze, and I didn’t mind.
“Please,” I begged. And I felt no shame in it. No fear and no blame.
He shifted his legs around and lay on his stomach, dragging my thighs toward him with strong fingers. His face inches away from my soaking pussy, I throbbed in anticipation. He hadn’t tasted me for years. The last few times we were together were rushed, frenzied.
He shifted my legs over his shoulders and jumped when my cold feet hit his back.
“Sorry,” I offered. Not fucking sorry in the least.
He chuckled, and I felt the vibration through my core. I couldn’t look away. He transfixed me there while he scraped his stubbly cheeks along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Torturing me on purpose for what I’d put us both through tonight.
He flicked his tongue out to lick his lips, and the wet heat barely grazed me.
I held myself still through sheer stubbornness, my damn arrogance the only thing keeping me from arcing up into his face. Grinding my clit against the nearest bit of him within reach.
I dropped my head back on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. He’d do it at his pace, and watching him would only serve to torture me further.Fucking bastard.He knew how to play me, I just had to remember my body would sing for him the second he gave in to what we both wanted.
“Is this what you want, Kat?” His breath not nearly enough sensation for my aching cells.
I dove my fingers over his shaved head, but I didn’t push. I simply let myself drown in the sensation. A touchstone, because if he made me wait any longer, I’d start to fray at the seams. “Please,” I begged again, nothing more than a whisper.
His lip curled at the corner. It wasn’t a smile. Fuck no, it was a promise. And I held my breath as he finally delved his tongue between my legs. One long lick from opening to clit, and I was quaking, barely holding myself together.
He’d hardly touched me, and I was about to come all over his face.
Another lick, and I clutched my fingers around his neck, no longer able to hold myself back. Fucking hell. His hands dug into the tops of my thighs. I knew there would be bruises, and I didn’t care. All I could think about was the end, reaching the black tunnel promised by the sweet pleasure his tongue blasted through me.
I fuck his face now, and sometime between my nails digging into his scalp and his teeth grazing my clit, his fingers were now inside me. Fucking me as I lifted my hips to give him any and all access I could offer.
I fragment, half here and half outside my body until I’m nothing more than the sensation, the scrape his teeth and beard, the heat of his tongue, and my muscles locked tight until I reached the edge.
Just as I was about to let go and dive into darkness I yearned toward, he released me, completely pulled himself from my grasp.
I floated on the wrong side of completion. My breath erratic. It took me too long to open my eyes. When I did, he was on his knees fisting his cock in his hand. Reality broke in.
Everything in me beat in arousal, frustration. I could barely form words through the haze. “What. The. Fuck?” was all I can manage.
