Page 131 of Hale Damage
He chuckles and grips the back of my head, pulling me forward until his lips rest just below my ear. My face is pressed against his shirt,and I can smell the scent of his sweat there. It’s not unpleasant at all. No, it’s enticing as hell, reminding me how he smelled after he ravaged my body seven years ago when we lay on that bed panting in each other’s arms.
“My mouth then? While you were playing with that pretty little pussy, were you thinking of the way I would devour you?” His teeth scrape against my flesh. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Mindy.”
I’m an inferno of need as his tongue loops a circle in just the right spot to have my sex clenching on itself. This man is seduction on legs, my greatest weakness, and I can’t refuse his command.
“I was thinking of your hand around my neck,” I breathe out, and I feel his smile against my skin as his hand slides around to grant my wish. Fuck, the real thing is better than any fantasy.
“Good girl.” He rewards me with a soft suck. “What else?”
“This fucking backward hat,” I grumble, pulling it off and tossing it to the side as he chuckles. I drag my fingers through his messy hair. “And I was thinking of you calling me your good girl.”
Remi groans against my neck before lifting his head to face me. His pupils are dilated, the brown irises pulsing in his heavy-lidded gaze. “Mygood girl? You want to be mine, sweetheart?”
Christ on a cracker.My head bobs up and down without me giving it permission to do so. His eyes close for a long moment, and I’m trying to decipher what he’s thinking before his lids lift and I’m met with his molten gaze, some kind of determined decision flitting through the depths.
“Fuck it,” he mutters, using his hold on my neck to slam me down onto the seat of the couch. Then his mouth is covering mine as he stretches out on top of me, his erection bulging against my hip.
He tastes like heaven, a mixture of bourbon and me on his tongue. We eat at each other, nipping and sucking as our bodies writhe together on the luxurious black upholstery.
I try to reposition myself so his cock is directly against my core to give me the friction I’m craving, but he stops me with a hand on my hip. “Not yet, baby. I plan to worship this body before I’ll allow you to come.”
“I can’t argue with that plan,” I murmur against his lips, feeling them crook up into a smile.
Remi pulls back and looks down into my face, his fingers drifting across my cheek. “You make it hard for me to breathe, Mindy.”
With a slight nod, I whisper, “Same.”
He kneels between my legs, fingers trembling slightly as he unties my sash and slowly parts my robe. His eyes rove up and down my body, from my tits to my pussy. Then his hand traces the same path, pulling goosebumps to the surface.
“You’re even more stunning than I remember,” he murmurs, stroking his fingertips up my side until they reach the underside of my left breast. “Your skin is pure silk.”
He lowers his head and presses a series of tender kisses around my nipple before taking it into his mouth. My back arches off the couch as he sucks me with the perfect amount of pressure as his hands continue to explore. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches me, from my chest down to my knee and back up again.
I feel as though I’m in some kind of drug-induced haze as his mouth moves over to give my other nipple the same attention. My vagina pulses with an ache so intense I think I might be able to come from nipple play alone. But before I go over the edge, he moves lower with aching slowness, not missing a single inch of me. I’m practically delirious by the time he’s left a trail of beard burn down my stomach.
With his hands on my knees, he returns his gaze to my face. “Open your legs for me, baby. Let me see all of you.”
I tentatively part my knees, and his demanding strokes up and down my thighs only encourage me to keep going until I’m spread wide and bare for him.
“My god,” he breathes, his gaze ravaging my body for a long while before he scoots back enough that he can lean over and run his nose through the short curls that cover my sex.
“Remi, please,” I whimper, lifting my hips in a shameless plea for his mouth’s attention.
He ignores me, circling his nose around my clit. “Don’t rush me, sweet girl. I’ve waited a long time for this meal.”
His first lick is along the seam where my leg meets my sex. Thesecond is on the other side. Then he’s nipping at my lips, the tiny bites driving me absolutely insane.
When he finally laps a stripe up my center, I buck upward with a loud moan. “Oh god, this is going to be embarrassingly fast.”
Remi seems to take that as a personal challenge, gripping my ass to hold me against his face while he feasts on me like a starving animal. My fingers find the soft, dark strands of his hair, and I use him as my anchor.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans into me before spearing me with his tongue. I rock against his face, my eyes rolling back with every scruff of his beard against my sensitive flesh.
“Close. I’m close,” I whimper out, the sound needy and desperate.
He tongue fucks me as he buries his face between my thighs, and my orgasm looms right on the horizon. When his lips close around my clit, battering it with his tongue, I lose it, crying out his name and arching my back off the couch.
“Remi, oh god, Remi. So… good.”
