Page 82 of Hottie on Her Shelf
“Remember when you mentioned thinking about your tongue?”
“Yes?”
“I’m thinking about it a lot right now.”
Ah. Hint received.
Gurgling with swallowed giggles, Hallie delicately swiped the very tip of her tongue across his tip. Down an inch to do the same thing at the oh-so-sensitive ridge encircling him. Then she sort of strummed back and forth over it. His hips jolted. Thumbs dug in hard enough it almost felt like he was trying to lift her.
“That’s very good. That’s some top-notch non-thinking going on right there.”
Rather than respond, Hallie switched to licking. Long licks up and down, with a swirl around the tip. She pulled her arms in so the outsides of them rubbed against the crinkly soft hair on his thighs, because Hallie couldn’t get enough of touching him.
Not just holding hands, or kissing, or actual intercourse. Hallie loved to touch Fitz everywhere. It was a sybaritic pleasure of which she constantly partook. Even at dinner, fully clothed, she’d rubbed her knee against his.
Because even that little bit of contact was better than not touching him, which kind of made her sound like an addict to this big, sexy, smart man.
Hallie was, surprisingly, fine with that. Sort of. She was fine with it for now. When they inevitably would have to stop seeing each other after the election? She’d be far from fine.
And that was why she shouldn’t be thinking, at all. Grabbing the base of his shaft, Hallie focused on sucking in as much of his length as possible. As much of the long, velvety, rock-hard man that she could fit.
Fitz’s hands were moving faster, almost restlessly, over her skin. Up her neck. Tangling in her hair to pull her closer. He half bent, half crouched to reach her breasts.
“God, Hallie, I’ve got to have more of you.” He crouched all the way down, anchored his shoulder just past her hips and lifted her in a fireman’s carry.
That worked for her, too. The show of brute strength sent a surge of moisture pooling between her legs. Plus, now his hands were roaming all over her butt. Hallie couldn’t breathe very well in this position, but that was a minor inconvenience next to having her breasts rubbing against the planes of his back.
He carried her into the bathroom, snatching a condom from the counter, and then through the door into the bedroom. There was a definite bounce from the drop as she landed on the big bed. It delighted Hallie, as did the way Fitz crawled up from the foot of the bed, a low growl escaping his throat, to position himself right on top of her.
He seemed as eager as she was; just as barely balanced on the edge between desire and out-of-control lust as she was.
But he stopped. Holding one heck of an impressive plank, he barely let the tip of his penis graze her outer lips. “Hallie,” he said gruffly. “Look at me.”
Oh. Ha. Her eyes had closed in anticipation of the zing of pleasure from that vigorous first thrust inside. Shadows obscured half of his face. The other half was all taut lines from the struggle for control. “I see you, Fitz.”
“You do. You see me like no one else does. Be with me, Hallie.”
He…he meant in the moment, concentrating on the here and now, right?
“I’m with you,” she said, not entirely sure of what she was promising. She dug her nails into his lower back, trying to press him forward.
Instead, he held her gaze for several moments. Locked onto each other, ankles intertwined, lips a breath apart, Hallie felt…penetrated, like they were fully sharing the moment in a tender way they hadn’t previously. Pressure filled her heart, her chest, her head.
And then he slid in with slow caution.
Fitz maintained his rhythm at that maddeningly deliberate pace. It made her impending orgasm build in a different way, grow from a different place.
Hallie’s thighs began to shake. Heat streaked through her limbs, down her chest. Coalesced between her legs. Her hips spasmed. Through it all, Fitz remained unhurried, although the heaving rasp of his breath showed that he was also at the brink.
They didn’t speak. Didn’t have the air to moan. And he barely blinked, still with his eyes on hers.
So she saw the flicker of…something move his features right as pleasure broke through her in a massive storm of satisfaction.
Her eyes shut in the aftermath as he let out a deep, feral cry and then collapsed half to the side of her. It was the most intense sex Hallie had ever had, which derailed her goal for the evening, because now a million thoughts raced through her brain.
They were all about Fitz.
About how she didn’t know how she’d be able to walk away from this.
From him.
