Page 60 of Heartsick & Lipsticks
She sucked in a startled breath.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I cupped her breast with my hand.
She nodded.
I dipped my head and covered her nipple with my lips, sucking her into my mouth. She whimpered as her hands gripped my head. One hand steadied her hip while the other moved to the breast that wasn’t in my mouth. Flattening my tongue, I licked her nipple before biting it ever so gently.
“Yes!” she cried out as her hips jerked.
My hand moved between our bodies, and I cupped her sex. The satin covering her core was damp with arousal. A groan vibrated through me as I slipped my fingers beneath her panties and caressed her wet feminine folds. With each passing touch, her arousal coated my fingertips.
Her hands gripped my head as my tongue, teeth, and lips continued teasing her nipples. The position we were in didn’t allow me the range of motion that I wanted to touch her the way I wanted, so I improvised. I applied pressure from my palm to her clit as I massaged the seam of her sex. As soon as I did, her slit began pulsing, and her hips bucked.
I’d always loved foreplay. I never understood when men tried to rush through it. But I’d never felt this level of urgency. From the moment I’d seen her, every second and every interaction felt like its own form of foreplay. There was an internal pressure cooker of arousal that had been heating inside of me for months, and I wasn’t sure I had the self-restraint to hold off for much longer.
“I’m going to take you to bed,” I assured her as I pressed light kisses around her areola. “But first, I want to taste you standing up.”
With that declaration, I lowered myself to my knees, so I was eye level with her waist. My thumbs hooked in the band of her panties, and I slid them down her waist. Her hand rested on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them.
She stared down at me as I ran my fingers up her calf to her inner thigh. When I reached the apex of her legs, I leaned forward and covered her sex with an open-mouthed kiss.
My tongue easily found her engorged clit and with just a few flicks, she was coming apart. I held onto her hip as she rode out her climax on my mouth. Her juices were sweet, and I licked up every drop I could until her limbs relaxed as her orgasm subsided. I watched as satisfaction played across her beautiful face.
She slumped back against the wall, and her hips shifted back. I continued lavishing attention on her, placing soft kisses on her pelvis. My lips pressed against the small patch of hair just above her mound. Her being completely bare while I was fully clothed held an extra level of eroticism for me, but it was time to even the playing field.
