Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [66]
“You taste so good, Annie.”
Sean wrapped his hands around her waist, tugging her forward just a little, tilting her so he could delve more deeply into her secrets. With an appreciative groan, he flattened his tongue and licked her right through the flimsy layers of clothes. She gasped as warm, liquid want sluiced to her crevice.
Finally, when she thought she’d go mad with the almost-there touches, Sean pushed her skirt up. He revealed her thighs an inch at a time, kissing his way up her legs. He didn’t pause when he reached her panties. Instead, he merely tugged them out of the way with his fingertips, and, without warning, plunged his tongue deep into her.
Annie screamed, jerking up toward him, shocked by how intimate it was. How incredibly erotic.
He slid his tongue in and out, making love to her, something no man had ever done. When he had her good and dripping, Sean moved up to attend to her clit, delicately tasting, swirling around it rather than attacking. And she came in a hot bolt of pleasure almost immediately.
She barely noticed when he tugged her clothes off and tossed them to the seat. But she definitely noticed when he removed his own. Because in the low light, his body was godlike, huge and powerful, almost pagan beneath the full summer moon.
His sex jutted out proudly in front of him, and she went warm and liquid inside, wanting to be filled by it. But she also wanted to taste it—to give him a little of the madness he’d given her. So, without asking, she bent down and licked at its tip, catching the moisture there on her tongue.
He hissed.
“Only fair,” she murmured, “that I get a turn.”
He said nothing, watching her from above as she sampled him again, licking, rubbing lightly. Until finally she stretched her mouth wide and took as much of him as she could manage.
Sean’s hands twined in her hair, his body responding with a slow thrust that appeared completely beyond his control.
Annie took the thrust, swallowed him deeper, laved him with her tongue. Her hands on his lean hips, she dug her fingertips into his tight butt, helping him set a rhythm she could handle. Then she urged him with strokes and groans to do what he wanted, to take whatever he needed.
He didn’t last long, only a minute or two. Then with a low groan, he pushed her away, tugging her back up until they were face-to-face. She hadn’t even had a chance to catch her breath before he covered her mouth and kissed her deeply.
He’d apparently tucked a condom into his pocket before they’d left the house. Or else he merely traveled with them. Annie didn’t know, didn’t care, she was just blissfully grateful he had one.
Watching him tear it open, she reached down to take it from his hands, wanting to feel the silky-skinned column of heat before it was encased.
“Annie,” he warned her as she wrapped her hand around him, tight, stroking up and down.
“I’m going to be coming if you keep that up.”
Yeah, right. From what she’d seen of him the night before, the man would be a long time coming.
Annie could hardly wait.
When he was sheathed, she parted her legs more, tugging him closer, wetting him with her body’s juices. “Take me, Sean.”
“We’re getting there,” he murmured, not doing as she asked. Instead he pushed her back a little, began to kiss and suckle her breasts again. And it wasn’t until she was panting and arching into his mouth—demanding it harder, deeper, more intense—that he finally eased into her body with a slow, steady thrust.
“Yes!”
She slid down to meet him, pressing her pelvis hard against his, taking it all. And then staying very still, savoring the penetration, not wanting to budge for fear it would be over too soon.
She should have known better. Because, still in complete control, Sean began to move. He whispered sweet things in her ears and kissed her hair as he slowly filled her, then retreated. When the tension increased, he twined his fingers in that hair and muttered his need in a coarse, hungry demand, plunging hard and fast.
She couldn’t have chosen which she liked more. She liked