Part 25 (1/2)
”Cannon.”
”Tell me.”
He felt the urgency of her deep breaths, the indecision that held her back, until she cupped a small hand around his neck and drew him forward, saying raggedly, ”I want your mouth on me.”
”Where?” Enjoying her like this, he licked her throat. ”Here?” Down to her cleavage, where he dipped his tongue. ”Like this?” Farther down, lightly touching his lips to her nipple. ”Or right here?” And with that, he sucked her in.
She cried out, her hips pressing in to his abs, her runner's thighs squeezing him, her fingers so tight in his hair that it stung.
Taking advantage of her position up on her knees, her body taut, he locked her to him and drew on her until she was rhythmically riding against him.
Just like that, he thought, more convinced than ever that her only problem had been being with the wrong man.
Which meant any man other than him.
He switched to the other breast, kissing around her throbbing nipple, curling his tongue around her, pulling and licking before treating her to another long, leisurely suckle.
Her reaction was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced.
With her head tipped back, her long hair draped over his forearm and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s lifted higher. Open around his hips, her long, trim legs quivered. She gasped each breath, whimpering, moaning.
He loved seeing her like this, a little lost, a whole lot turned on.
She didn't have any problems, not with him.
Initially he'd thought to drag this out for hours, and then for days, until she was ready. But he'd never seen a woman more ready than Yvette was right now.
Even as he cautioned himself not to rush her, he opened the snap at the top of those itty-bitty cutoffs, then eased the zipper down so he could get his hand inside.
He cupped her over her panties and still felt the damp heat of her excitement.
Straightening, she went utterly motionless except for the bellowing of her deep breaths.
Ever so lightly, he touched her while still lazily drawing on her nipple.
Groaning, her nails bit into his shoulders and he looked up to see her head dropped forward, her eyes squeezed shut. Her dark hair fell around her face like a curtain.
She felt pressured, he realized, and was already worrying about ”performing.” He wanted her back to mindless pleasure, so he redirected her thoughts.
”Just touching,” he whispered to her.
She gave a shaky nod, and said, ”I don't know if I can stand this.”
”I know it's difficult for you, but I love touching you, Yvette. Here,” he said, licking her nipple. ”And here.” He pressed his fingers to her s.e.x, able to feel her swollen lips through the slinky material of her panties.
Her hips rocked once, then stilled.
”Okay?”
”I...” She trembled as he delved a little deeper, tracing her v.u.l.v.a.
”For me,” he urged her, plucking at her nipple with his lips. ”Tell me it's okay.”
Rather than speak, she nodded.
He withdrew his hand from the front of her shorts and instead slipped it underneath from the back, moving over her perfect a.s.s.
She wore a thong.
Groaning, he drew her nipple deeper while exploring that smooth, firm flesh. As he'd told her, the high, loose legs of her cutoffs made it easy to get his hand inside. He eased her up and forward-and got his fingers on her slick, hot flesh.
Silky wet.
Swollen with need.
Leaving her nipples wet and tight, he took her mouth again, drugging them both with a devouring kiss while barely entering her with one finger. She tried pressing down against him, s.h.i.+fting, wanting more, but he outmaneuvered her each time. It wasn't easy to remember his purpose right now, not when he'd wanted her so long and she was so incredibly hot.
”Easy,” he told her.
But she surprised him by kissing him again, then whispering, ”You told me to tell you.”
Curious how bold she'd be, he nodded. ”Yes.”
She stared into his eyes. ”Then I want your fingers inside me. As deep as you can go.”
f.u.c.k. Control shot, Cannon put his head back against the couch and drew her forward. ”Brace your hands on my shoulders.”
Urgently, she did-which brought her up to her knees.
Holding her gaze, he parted her, tested her gently, then slowly worked two fingers into her.
Gasping, she leaned in, rubbing her face against his throat and squirming her hips. ”G.o.d, Cannon, that feels...”
”Good?”
”So good.”
He knew what would feel better, but, d.a.m.n it, he was afraid of blowing the moment. Better to let her lead the way right now.
”Kiss me, honey.”
She did, her fingers in his hair, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rubbing against his chest, her body clamping down on his fingers, squeezing each time he withdrew, getting wetter each time he pressed them in again.
She was so tight, so hot.
He brushed his thumb up and found her little c.l.i.toris already distended, beaded tight. Teasing over her brought a funny little catch to her breathing. He felt the way she trembled, and he had to believe she was close.
He moved over and around that sensitive little bud again and again, slicking her own moisture over her, rasping, tormenting.