heat.” He widened her nether lips with his fingers. “Then if that doesn’t do the trick, I suggest we try cold.”
“Where…where can I find wet heat this time of the night?”
“I think I can help you out.”
He slipped out from between her legs, leaned over her, and swiped his tongue over one nipple. Questing fingers closed over her other breast, kneading her flesh, raising the heat in her. She arched into him, and he sucked her swollen bud so deep she could feel the pull in her core. He gave homage to her other breast then licked a path down her body. He settled himself on his knees again and swiped his tongue over her pussy, dragging it from bottom to top. She could barely get air in past the pleasure curling through her.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “I think that’s exactly what I needed.”
The soft blade of his tongue curled around her engorged clit, and her hips came off the bed. He pressed her back down again and slid a finger into her. She opened her mouth, but no words came. Holy hell! No man had ever reduced her to speechlessness before. He moved his finger inside her, pumping ever so slowly as his tongue caressed her clit. The duel assault took her to the precipice in record time.
“Sebastian,” she whispered. Her hair tangled as she tossed her head from side to side.
He glanced up at her, and there was no amusement on his face. Pure lust and intense hunger darkened his eyes. “Is this helping, Kat?” he asked and wiggled his buried finger like his sole purpose in life was to ease the ache inside her. She grew wetter with the rippling approach of an orgasm, and he groaned.
“Yes.” She moved against him. “Please…” she said, even though she had no idea what she was begging for. He pushed another finger inside her and plunged deep, knowing what she wanted before she did. “Oh…” she murmured.
His tongue swirled and circled while his finger found the bundle of nerves no man had ever before discovered inside of her. Moisture broke out on her flesh, the world around her closing in as pleasure spiked.
“Is this taking the ache away, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, lost in a haze of arousal. Skilled in ways she didn’t want to think about, he increased the pressure, changed the tempo. Tension escalated and when he drew her clit into his mouth and nipped, an explosion tore through her, sparks lighting her nerves, followed by a hot flow of release.
“Sebastian,” she cried out, but his hand closed over her mouth to muffle her voice. She lightly nipped his finger, holding it between her teeth as she fought valiantly to keep quiet.
He stayed between her legs, lapping at her as she rode out the waves. When her body stopped spasming, he stood and gripped his cock. Jesus, that was sexy. He pumped it in his hands, and her body warmed all over again. His jaw clenched, and his head rolled back. A low growl caught in his throat as his palm skated over his cock, each pump increasingly faster. Wait. Was he finishing himself off? Like hell.
“I see I’m not the only one with swelling,” she said, going up to a sitting position. His eyes shot back to hers, and she leaned in and took him into her mouth.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Kat, don’t.”
She wrapped her hands around his body, tugging him to her. Ignoring his protest, she strained her jaw and drew him to the back of her throat, not nearly able to take him all in, and his groan turned into a moan of pleasure.
The saltiness of his skin danced on her tongue, and she whimpered. Normally she didn’t enjoy oral sex, but it was different with Sebastian. Not only did she like having him in her mouth, she was dying to taste him, to pleasure him. She tugged his boxers down farther and cupped his balls. He jerked forward as she gently massaged.
“Fuck,” he murmured, his balls tightening in her hand. Her hair tumbled forward as she took him in and out, and he cupped it in his palm and pulled it back. She stole a quick glance
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