Page 27 of Unwrapped
Nodding, he removes his shirt and places the stethoscope around his neck.
Mother of God, the man’s body is gorgeous. He’s perfection from his well-defined pecs to his chiseled abs. Dark hair coats his chest and trails down his stomach, disappearing beneath his waistband. His hard cock juts against navy-blue boxer briefs.
He stares deep into my eyes. “Tell me your safe word.”
“Politician.”
“Don’t forget it.” He grips the waistband of my yoga pants and slowly slides them down over my hips. His fingertips travel my goose bumped legs as he drags the pants to my ankles and tugs them off. Next goes my panties.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you. You’re not too shabby either.” I jut my chin toward the belt securing my hands. “What about my ankles? Aren’t you gonna tie my feet too?”
“Silly woman,” he says, stroking up and down my thighs. “That wouldn’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because then I couldn’t dothis.” He shoves my legs apart and licks his lips at the sight of me spread open for him. Our eyes meet. Holding my gaze, he lowers himself between my thighs. The wicked smile on his face tells me he’ll show no mercy—just like he warned.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, with his decadent mouth so close to me. “Oh, God.”
“I haven’t even touched you yet.” His low chuckle gusts his warm breath over my skin.
“I know, but it’s been a long time since anyone has.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He kisses my inner thighs. Slowly. Deliberately. Like he has all the time in the world. Like we haven’t waited eleven years for this. He inches closer to my pussy, then moves away, repeating the act until I’m delirious with anticipation.
“Dean, please ...”
“Please, what?”
“Put your mouth on me.”
“I am, sweetheart.” He switches sides, his nose grazing my clit as he moves.
I gasp and buck my hips, but he still holds out on me, raising himself up onto his elbows. Then he flashes me a smile and places the stethoscope in his ears.
“What are you do—”
Dean presses the metal disk to the middle of my chest. “Your heart’s racing.”
“You think?”
“I wonder what happens when I do this?” He drags the cold metal over my nipples, with that same tortuously slow pace before pressing it above my heart once more. “It’s beating even faster now. It sounds like you’re out of breath.”
“I’m not,” I lie, attempting to expand my lungs.
“You sure?” His devilish smile widens before he kisses my lower belly. Keeping the stethoscope’s diaphragm in place, he trails his lips toward my pussy. Closer and closer until he’s right above my clit. “How about now?”
“Dean.” I tilt my hips upward with a whimper.
“I love hearing you say my name even more than listening to your heart race.” He flicks and swirls his tongue on my clit for a few seconds. “But I’m gonna make you give me both.”
I strain against his belt, desperate to pull him closer.
“Don’t bother trying to break free. I’m going to be here a while.” He licks up and down my center and groans. “Fuck, you taste like heaven.”
All I can do is moan as he teases my body’s most sensitive area. He plunges his tongue inside me, like he’s known me intimately for years, making me arch off the bed. Refocusing on my clit, he sucks and flicks and swirls until I’m ready to come, then abruptly stops.
