Page 62 of Crave Me
Hazy blue eyes blinked rapidly and she licked her lips before nodding. “You had more clothes on in my dream.”
I pushed off her, taking my weight away. “I could go get some.”
Her hands clamped down on my bare ass. “No. Don’t. This is fine.”
“Fine?”
“Better than fine. Perfect. Maybe better than my dream.”
I dropped back down to an elbow to support my weight, ran my other hand up her ribs until I was gently running a finger under her breast. “Finish the dream. Tell me what I did to you. Tell me how it made you feel. But first, sub, get your pretty hands off my ass and hold on to the headboard.”
She squeezed my ass and grinned before listening. Little minx. Obeying the way she wanted to. It was no longer as frustrating as it used to be. At some point, her sass just became one more thing I enjoyed about her. I’d whip her for it later.
“Now tell me what I did to you.”
With her hands on my headboard, her breasts were thrust upward. As she began to speak, I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting as it swelled and hardened in my mouth.
“Oh, God.”
I bit her nipple. “You’re not talking.”
“It’s hard to think.”
“Start thinking or I stop. You can tell me the rest while kneeling on the carpet, and I’ll get myself off, not giving you a drop of me to enjoy while you go without.”
“God. How do you make punishments sound sexy?”
“It’s a gift.” I pinched her nipple and twisted. “Now tell me, and please, make my day and tell me your dream includes your nipples clamped.”
“No.” She grinned and shook her head. “But I wish it would have.”
It was good enough for me.
“What did I do to you after I sucked your nipples?”
“You ran your hands down my stomach, moved to my pussy. You tasted me, pushed my thighs apart and up to my chest. You held me immobile.”
“What were your hands doing?”
“Cuffed to the bed. Much like I’m holding on now.”
“I’ll cuff you later.” It was a promise. I could also cuff her, throw away the key, and keep her chained to my bed forever. Tempting. “What else?”
“You ate me, repeatedly, made me come so many times I lost count, just by using your mouth on me.”
I moved down her body and glared. “Keep your hands still.” I shifted and pushed her thighs apart like she’d described. “This how I had you?”
“Yes.” She was breathless. The sweet scent of her arousal intoxicated me. Seven in the morning and I was drunk on this woman. Her lips were hot pink, her clit swollen and peeking out from the hood.
“What else did I to you? Did I use anything except my tongue?”
“You used your fingers...” Her voice drifted off and a pink hit her cheeks, not from arousal.
“Like this?” I pushed two into her and she clamped down on me, sucking me in deeper.
She shook her head even while moaning my name. “No. You didn’t use them there.”
Damn. She really was perfect for me. I rested my forehead against her lower stomach, continued running my fingers inside of her and around her clit. Teasing circles enough to torment but not get her off.
