Down to You (The Bad Boys #1)(30)
Author: M. Leighton

My chest is heaving with excitement when I feel his hands again, gliding up the insides of my thighs, pushing my legs apart. He puts one knee on the bed between mine and leans down, pressing his lips to my stomach.

“All I can think about is what you taste like,” he murmurs, his tongue dipping into my navel making my muscles clench in anticipation. “And what you feel like.” I feel his palm cup me between my legs. I spread my thighs further. I’m rewarded with pure bliss when he slides a single finger inside me. He groans. “Oh my God, you’re so wet.” He pushes another finger into me. “All this for me,” he whispers, moving his fingers in and out as I raise my hips to meet him.

His lips move down my belly and I feel his shoulders settle between my legs. His warm breath tickles me just before I feel the first stroke of his hot tongue. My back arches off the bed. “Mmm, even sweeter than I imagined,” he moans, his fingers still moving inside me.

With lips and tongue, he licks and sucks until I feel the familiar tension of an orgasm building inside me. My hips move against him, grinding against his mouth as his fingers penetrate me harder and harder, faster and faster.

I fist my fingers in his hair, holding him to me when the world breaks apart. Light and heat explode behind my eyes and I cry out. I feel his hands come around my hips to hold me still and he finishes me off, burying his hot, wet tongue inside me, licking me from the inside.

My pulse is throbbing in every part of my body when I feel him move up to pull my tank top over my head. I’m limp beneath his hands when they cup my br**sts, teasing the hard points of my ni**les.

He draws one into his mouth, gently nibbling it with his teeth, intensifying the waves of pleasure coursing through me. I raise my hands to his shoulders and feel only smooth skin. He’s not wearing a shirt.

I thread my fingers through his hair when he moves his head to my other breast. He teases and taunts it as well.

He moves again and his lips are on mine.

His tongue slips into my mouth to tease mine, licking at it. I draw his tongue into my mouth and close my lips around it, sucking gently. When I release it, I hear his hoarse whisper. “See how good you taste?” I cup his face and lap up the wetness from around his mouth, from down on his chin. He groans loudly, his body moving against mine. “That’s right, baby. You like that, don’t you?”

I hear his zipper followed by the rustle of his pants as he moves to push them down his legs. I use my heels to help him, reveling in the feel of his bare skin against the insides of my thighs.

He flexes his hips and I feel the tip of his hardness slip between my folds. He makes tiny movements, sliding back and forth, stroking me with his body. “Just so you know,” he says breathlessly, “I’m clean. Tell me you are, too, and that you’re on the pill,” he begs.

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly, the only word I’ve spoken since his arrival.

He comes up onto his elbows where he’s poised above me. I can feel him looking down into my face even though I know he can’t see me any better than I can see him. There is a smile in his voice when he says, “Perfect!”

And then slides into me.

I feel like whimpering when he stops far short of full penetration and pulls out again. I want to cry at the loss. But I don’t have time. He moves in again, further this time, letting me get used to his size before he pulls out once more. He continues to tease me, each time filling me up a little further, bringing me closer to the edge again, until I’m ready to scream.

“Say it,” he whispers, taunting me with the tip as he moves in and out in quick, short strokes. Reaching up, I fist my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine. I use my lips and tongue to plead with him, to show him every ounce of my desire. I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and I lift my hips, hoping to bring him fully inside. But he pulls back, again only giving me part of himself. “Say it,” he demands.

I’m panting with need, the threat of another orgasm tightening my muscles as I squeeze his hips between my legs, begging with my body. Still, he resists, never allowing his body to move more than a few inches into mine before retreating. “Say it,” he repeats a third time.

I lick a trail from the base of his throat all the way to his ear where I force out between shallow breaths the single word he wants to hear.

“Please.”

Bending his head, his mouth covers mine as he drives his body deep into mine, stealing my breath. He gives me every inch of length and girth as he moves violently within me, stretching me tight over and over again, driving me closer and closer to ecstasy.

His lips move over the skin of my face and neck to the valley between my br**sts. Blood pumps to my tingling ni**les when his mouth moves toward them. I arch my back, pressing my chest toward him, begging for the feel of his hot mouth and wet tongue. “Come for me,” he says softly, drawing my nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. As if to punctuate his request, he grinds his hips into mine and bites down on my nipple. “Come for me, baby,” he growls again.

It’s all the motivation I need. Tightening around him, I give in to my second orgasm, glorying in the friction of his hips against mine as he rubs me into a wave of the purest pleasure.

I’m breathless as he pounds harder into me. I feel my body gripping his, milking it. His tempo increases with his breathing until, suddenly, he stiffens. “Olivia,” he moans heavily, coming and spilling heat and passion deep inside me.

His movements slow, but he remains buried inside me, making the spasms of my body squeezing his even more pronounced. We remain like that for a couple of perfect minutes.

When neither of us has anything left to give, he collapses onto me and we lay in a tangle of damp limbs and heaving chests. With his weight braced on his forearms, he nestles his face in the curve of my neck and presses a soft, wet kiss to the skin beneath my ear. He says nothing, but his warm, heavy breath dries it.

My heart is filled with emotion, my head is spinning with questions and my body is throbbing in the aftermath. There is so much to think about and worry over and contemplate, yet it seems so very…unimportant. Conflict rages inside me. In a thousand years, I would never have thought I could fall asleep like that.

But I do.

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Dawn is just breaking when I open my eyes. Hot kisses and great sex are the first things that enter my mind.

I look around at my empty room. There’s no evidence of any naughty night time visitors. In fact, I might’ve convinced myself I’d dreamed the whole thing if it weren’t for the soreness I feel between my legs when I move.