“I’m going to touch your pussy,” he warned and opened the button.
He felt her hold her breath, her pelvis tilting toward his hand. The invitation unmistakable, he lowered the zipper and slid his fingers underneath her bikini panties. He was greeted by a light dusting of hair and a heat so blistering it nearly scorched him.
Lilo bucked toward him, moaning.
Gently he moved lower, his fingers finding the spot where warm moisture dripped from her. Greedily, he bathed his finger in her arousal, closing his eyes to let himself fall deeper into the enchantment that Lilo was weaving around him. A man could lose himself forever in the web she wove so easily.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against her breast, planting kisses on her flesh as he worked his way higher. He kissed alongside her neck, sensing the drum of her pulse underneath his lips. Like a beacon it was calling to him, tempting him to extend his fangs so he could still the hunger that ravaged his body. But he couldn’t give in. Gaining Lilo’s trust by showing her that he was a selfless lover, that her pleasure came before his, was more important.
Carefully he began to caress her wet folds, stroking along her slit, teasing moan after moan and sigh after sigh from her red lips. At her ear, he whispered, “Imagine it’s my cock.”
She gasped and lifted her pelvis up, her hands suddenly coming to aid to push her pants and panties lower to give him better access. He allowed her to move the garments to mid-thigh, then stopped her. It was better that she couldn’t open her legs too wide for a while, or this would be over far too quickly.
“Not yet, baby.” He pressed a kiss below her earlobe. “Just take this for now.” He slid his middle finger deep into her tight channel, until it could go no farther.
“Ohhhh!” She arched off the bed, and her muscles clamped around his digit.
“Easy, baby, relax,” he coaxed.
Lilo eased back into the sheets, then pulled his head down to her. Her lips were hungry when they slid over his. God, how he loved a woman who took charge and wasn’t afraid to show a man what she expected from him.
Slowly he pulled his finger back, then moved higher to her center of pleasure. When he rubbed over the swollen bundle of nerves for the first time, Lilo moaned into his mouth. He swallowed the intoxicating sound and did it again, gently drawing small circles around the precious organ. He sensed her need to move with him, to rock against his hand, but he swung his thigh over her legs to restrain her. When she wanted to protest, he ripped his lips from hers.
“We’ve got to go slow, baby, or this is not going to last.”
Without giving her time to answer, he took her mouth again and continued his passionate kiss, while farther below he caressed her with more tenderness, easing off her clit whenever he felt her pulse become erratic and her breath come in pants, denying her the release she craved only to prepare her for a more massive one.
Every time he drew back, Lilo moaned in frustration, but the moment he continued his heated caresses, she purred like a kitten. There was no sight more beautiful than a woman in ecstasy.
Blake released her lips and kissed his way along her jaw, then to her neck. She was ready now to experience her first taste of what he could give her.
“You wanna come, Lilo, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she cried out.
He planted open-mouthed kisses along the slender column of her neck and continued his ministrations. But this time he didn’t stop when he felt her body tense. Didn’t withdraw his hand, didn’t deprive her of what she needed. This time he increased his tempo, caressed her with more pressure, listening to her body to know when it was time.
The shudders that went through Lilo’s body when she climaxed were the purest thing he’d ever been part of. His hand stilled over her sex, allowing the tremors that shook her to extend to him and send tiny shockwaves through his body and into his cock.
Soon, he promised himself. Just as soon as Lilo was truly ready for him.
When he lifted his head from her neck and looked at her, her eyes were closed. She opened them, meeting his gaze. Her hand came up, and she ran it through his hair. He captured it and pressed a kiss into her palm, before lifting himself off her.
Before she could sit up, he was already at her feet, freeing her of her shoes and socks, then pulling her pants and panties down completely, until she lay naked in front of him. He noticed how she lifted her head and reached for the duvet as if wanting to cover herself, but he was already positioning himself between her legs, spreading them apart.
“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.” Then he lowered his head to the juncture of her thighs. “I want to taste you.” He met her stunned gaze. “Tell me you want that.”
“But… you just made me come,” she said, her voice a little shaky, and a dark red blush spreading on her cheeks.
He couldn’t suppress his grin. “Yeah, and now I’m gonna make you come with my mouth. Something wrong with that?”
She took a few uneven breaths, but finally shook her head. “No, nothing wrong. Nothing at all.”
21
Lilo stared at Blake’s dark hair as he dipped his head to the juncture of her thighs and buried his face in her heat. His hot breath ghosted over her flesh, and a moment later, his tongue licked over her sex, soothing her.
“Oh, Blake.”
She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Not only had he touched her so patiently and skillfully that she had firmly exploded, but even now he still took no pleasure for himself. Instead, he sucked her with such fervor that she wasn’t sure she wasn’t dreaming—because no man was this selfless. Maybe she had passed out.
But the strong hands on her thighs, keeping her legs spread, and the warm tongue licking her were too real to be a dream. She reached for him, running her hands through his thick dark hair and feeling him shudder under her touch.
For a moment he lifted his head, their gazes colliding. In his eyes she read the promise he was making her: to shower her with pleasure.
She felt safe now. With Blake by her side, the fear was retreating, fading into the background. Whether it would stay there, she didn’t know, but for now, for the next hour or two, she could breathe again.
She reveled in the sensations Blake unleashed in her. The euphoria. The lust. The pleasure. Already, her arousal was spiking, all thanks to Blake’s skilled tongue and masterful mouth. There was nothing mechanical or perfunctory about his caresses. No, every stroke, every nibble, every lick appeared to give him as much pleasure as her, if the guttural moans coming from his throat were anything to go by.