He stroked the lacy edge, then hooked a fingertip beneath the band. “Yes?”
“No,” I said grumpily.
“Because?”
“You won’t let me touch you!”
He smiled. “Is that the only reason?”
“Isn’t it enough?”
He lay his palm flat on my stomach. The heat of it seared me, sending shockwaves to my core. I wanted that hand moving down, down, down.
He cocked his head. “Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘cutting off your nose to spite your face’?”
“Have you heard of ‘you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours’?”
He licked my nipple and earned himself a throaty moan. “Or I’ll lick yours if you lick mine?”
“Yet you won’t even let me touch, never mind lick.”
“There’s timing to consider here, Summer. If I let you touch me, I’m going to explode before I can get you off. Is that what you want?”
It was what I was used to.
“Or would you like me to stroke your pretty little pussy with these fingers that are dying to get inside you?”
Jesus, that was hot. “Just do it.”
“What’s that?”
“Finger fuck me, Dino Boy!”
He started laughing and then I started laughing, but not for long. Because he slipped a talented finger inside my panties and delved between my folds.
“Push your shorts down,” he ordered.
“You mean, your great-grandmother’s shorts?” I didn’t know why I was messing with him, but I was enjoying this so much. The teasing made it sexier. Maybe the brain truly was the biggest sex organ.
“Shut up and drop ’em.”
Giggling, I pushed them down, along with my panties, and let him pull them off. But the giggling died when he pushed my thighs apart and palmed me hard. I was so close that all I could do was squirm as he moved the heel of his hand up and over my clit. Needing leverage, I placed one foot on the hood and opened wide like the absolute hussy I was, giving him as much access as possible.
He continued to stroke, then reapplied his mouth to my nipple, sucking and nipping. His head rose, and he moved closer to take my mouth. Still with the stroking, this time, his fingers inside me, stretching and finding new points of pleasure. His tongue mimicked the rhythm of his fingers, and I dug my own fingers into his arms, holding on as he drove me over the edge.
So good.
I thought that was it. It would have been fine—better than fine—if it was.
But then next I felt him move, slipping off the hood to stand between my legs.
Which he pulled toward him, his hands on my ankles.
Our gazes met, and his was—well, the word “feral” came to mind. He bent his head between my thighs and started to lap at my pussy.
That’s—oh my Lord. Soft at first, belying that beastly gaze I thought I saw a moment ago. But soon hunger took over and his hands gripped my ass and lifted them so he could get even closer. His tongue speared inside me, then the flat of it moved over my clit, and again, I broke apart, sobbing with the unbridled pleasure of it.
And he groaned, too, deep and heartfelt, like my taste was better than anything that had ever passed his lips. A moment later, he was back on the hood and had taken me in his arms, settling me into a post-coital cuddle.
