down slowly in fear that the goddess before him would disappear he skimmed his bottom lip over one erect nipple.
Her fingernails grazed along his scalp sending shivers down his spin in their wake. Nipping at her puckered nipple, he pulled tenderly with his lips until she whimpered.
“You know,” She sighed, pushing her luscious flesh deeper into his mouth. “I think your clever mouth can make me come this way too.”
Now there was an idea. Hating to leave those perfect mounds, he kissed his way down to the one place she was still covered. Reveling in the tender spots of her satin skin a growl deep in his chest seemed to shake his entire body.
“Oh, good heavens! You are going to make me come again!” She squealed.
He laughed. “That’s the plan.” Before she could respond he removed the wet strip of lace. It was now official, to him she was perfect everywhere.
Without a second thought his mouth was on her devouring her in greedy gulps. No one should taste this good . He thought as his obsession with this ideal creature over took him. Her body contracted around his tongue, which was refusing to stop its deed until she was soaring. Her third orgasm seemed to be best so far, with her fist white knuckled on the bedspread, and her legs convulsing on either side of his head.
It took a moment for his brain to register the ripping sound that seemed to be coming from the head of the bed. Getting up, he stumbled forward with shock. His heart felt like it was going to explode.
She was crying; hard. One hand rested on her chest, while the other covered her eyes, but not the tears.
Climbing onto the bed careful not to harm her further, Justin ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Sweetheart? Look at me honey…Did I hurt you?”
A laugh busted through her trembling lips. “No! Not at all!” She shot up, cradling his face with her delicate hands. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was—it was better than I ever imagined.”
Pushing back some of the lose hair, he chuckled lightly. He had never brought a woman to tears while making love to her. It gave a gratifying jolt to his ego. This could be something he could get used to. If the woman he made cry joyfully was Maddie.
“No w, it’s your turn. Let me do to you what you keep doing to me.” She breathed as she unbuttoned the last three buttons that she had momentarily got sidetracked from.
“My love, men only get one turn. And I’m not ready for it yet.” He groaned, nuzzling his face deep into her neck.
“No. Wait.” Moving back enough for their eyes to meet, she lifted one beautiful brow while grinning viciously. “I bet I could prove you wrong.”
“You are a vixen.” He snicker ed.
“You bring it out in me.” Rubbing her nose lightly against his as she spoke, he barely noticed his shirt slipping away from his shoulders.
Her fingers slid the fabric down his arms and off his hands with such sexual grace his body tensed instantly. Those wonderful hands worked on his pants while he nibbled on her delicate earlobe.
“That isn’t fair.” She moaned.
Ignoring her silly comment, he pressed his mouth against her neck sucking on her pulse. How this wasn’t fair he couldn’t comprehend. Feeling her pleasure over and over seemed quite fair.
“Wow, y-your distracting me.” Her breath caught. Then tunneling her fingers into his hair she took his mouth hungrily. Making love to it like he had to feminine lips only moments ago.
Never breaking the kiss, she climbed into his lap. Using his knees he lifted her up, and then gently down upon one of the pillows. He laid there for a moment with her underneath him. Taking her lips softly, he wanted a moment to just feel her. The way naked breast brushed against his now bare chest. How her legs wrapped around his. Then there was the way