Page 22 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
He looked at me over his shoulder and wiggled his brows.
“I like turning you on.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to give him a stern look that he wasn’t buying. The dogs looked at me, and I nodded to the back door.
“Can you let them out then meet me back in my room?”
“With pleasure.”
I grinned, fighting the urge to run, but hell, it was there. I walked into my room, quickly changing out of my clothes and into a one-piece, black nightie. I hadn’t worn anything like this in years, but he made me want to be sexy.
Hell, he made me feel sexy.
And did I want to turn him on?
Duh!
Did I think he was?
Double duh!
I stood by the bed, waiting for him to come in, and when he did, it was damn worth it.
He stopped right in the doorway, his eyes raking over me and even from this distance, I could see how they flared with desire. He stalked towards me, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall.
“You look good enough to eat.”
“Oh, you want another round of dessert?”
“Sunshine, you haven’t come on my mouth, and I think it’s time you do.”
Before I could utter a protest, he had me lifted, tossed on the bed, my legs spread wide, and his head buried between my thighs.
And when I say this man is wicked with his tongue, he is!
It speared me, making my hips jump to which he had to hold me down. And then it flicked around my clit, pulling it into his mouth so he could suck on it. And believe me, I struggled to move, wanting more in his mouth.
“Such a greedy girl, wanting me to taste all of it.”
“Yes, please,” I moaned, moving my hands to his head. He grinned, slipping a finger into me while his tongue found my clit again. Then his finger was pumping in and out of me. Slow, then fast, one finger, then two, then back to one and I was beyond dizzy with pleasure.
My hips struggled to lift, my nails kept scraping through his hair, and I was on the edge.
“Keith,” I cried out, needing more.
He moaned, adding another finger and pumping them fast as he sucked on my clit, only to flick it rapidly and that was it, I was done for.
I came loudly, coating his mouth, and he groaned, licking everything up. His tongue lightened up as he moved around my pussy, but even that was too much for my oversensitive bud. I shifted, making him growl.
“I’m not done tasting.”
“You have to be…can’t…handle more.”
He chuckled as he kissed my thighs before moving up, taking the nightie with him.
“Don’t tell me I wore you out already?” he teased, kissing over my chest and then up my neck.
Wear me out? Nope. I was going to be game for more. Did I need a breather to resist? Yes!
