Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [65]
Annie wasn’t the queen of oral sex. But if desire was enough, she knew she could pleasure this man until he wouldn’t be able to remember his own name.
He wouldn’t be rushed, however. Not this time.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “For the rest of my life, I will never again smell peaches without thinking of you.” He pushed the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the lid of the trunk. “Of this.”
He unfastened the front clasp of her bra between one slow stroke of his tongue against her cleavage and the next. And when it fell away, he moved that tongue, that incredible mouth, to her pebbled nipple. But before tasting her, giving her the intimate kiss she needed, he scraped the side of his rough cheek against it. Annie quivered and reflexively clenched her legs together, wondering how a little touch on one small part of her body could spread to every other inch of her. His lean hips were between her legs, so she couldn’t clench far—just enough to hold him tight and keep him there.
He finally licked the aching tip of one breast, his flat tongue providing a smooth, velvety caress. The taste left moisture in its wake, which the night breeze rolled across to make her shiver. “Please, Sean.”
“Shh, let me. Just let me.”
She let him.
Knowing just when to give, and when to move away, Sean made thorough love to her breasts. He caressed her, stroked her, filled his hands with her. Suckling one nipple, rubbing the other between his fingertips, he soon had her shaking and thrusting against his lower body. Annie was so wet and aroused she could barely stand the pressure of the hard car against her most intimate parts.
It was a long while before he backed up enough to let her pull his shirt off. Once it was gone, she busied herself stroking the long lines of thick muscle on his shoulders and his upper back. His body was slick with a light coating of sweat caused, she suspected, by the amazing restraint, the efforts he made to keep complete control over what was happening.
“I like your skirt,” he whispered as he worked his way down again. “I’ve been wondering all evening what you had on underneath it.”
He was about to find out, and she could hardly wait. But instead of undressing her completely and exploring her that way, he instead touched her through the cloth. He lightly traced the outline of her hip bone and his mouth soon followed his fingers.
Annie couldn’t help thrusting up, at least a little, inviting him to go farther. Not, she suspected, that he needed any such invitation. Sean was going to take what he wanted tonight, he’d made that very clear.
The certainty that he wanted to use his mouth on her, to drive her to madness with those lips and that tongue, had her ready to fall off the car in pure shivers of excitement.
He laughed softly at her desperate efforts to demand more, but he didn’t give in. Still taking his damn sweet time, he moved lower. Tasting, sampling, he heightened the tension even by simply rubbing his cheek against her clothes, but denying her the connection of his mouth on her skin.
He knew that he was driving her mad, and Annie honestly wasn’t sure whether she wanted to thank him or bash him in the head for it.
Finally, the tips of his fingers went lower, pressing the soft fabric against the swollen lips of her sex. Sean’s mouth quickly followed, and he kissed her softly, gently, as if he was kissing her mouth.
Annie wriggled, shocked by how good it felt. She’d never experienced anything like it. Any previous experience she’d had with oral sex had always been more a perfunctory reciprocation or a quick, guaranteed bit of foreplay designed only to lead to something else. A tongue jabbing at her clit so her lover could check that off his list and move on.
This was leading to nothing else. Nothing but her deep-rooted pleasure.
She dropped her head back, looked up at the stars and let him pleasure her. He was so slow, every exhaled breath a deliberate stroke of air flowing across her most sensitive spot. And every inhalation an audible appreciation