Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)(57)

Once I was sure she wouldn’t move I brought my hands back around and cupped her perky tits. I flicked my thumb over one nipple as my mouth closed over the other, sucking slightly before my teeth grazed the tip. I pinched the other one, rolling the bud between my fingers. I changed tactics allowing my mouth to suck on one as my fingers twisted the other.

Pleasure and pain.

You’re going to learn how the two become one, girl.

The sounds that she made drove me wild and had all the blood rushing to my dick. A slow burn began to sizzle between us, her arousal igniting my own, forcing me to pull away from her and take a moment to nuzzle the valley between her breasts.

I had to remind myself that this was a rewrite, a chance to teach her sex was more than just eight inches of penetration. It’s your mind surrendering and your body following suit.

Lose your mind, girl.

Lose yourself.

Let go.

She bent her knees, taking my face in her hands and tilted my head back before her lips descended upon mine. She kissed me, slowly, taking her time, discovering what she liked and what she wanted more of. Her teeth nipped my lips and then she paused, opening her eyes, looking at me for approval.

“Don’t be afraid,” I rasped. “Do what you want with me, use my body to learn what works for you, take what you need, Lace,” I assured, wrapping my arms around her waist and dropping my hands to her ass. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me, locking them at the ankles as I walked her towards the kitchen and positioned her on top of the counter. I hooked my thumbs in the flimsy lace of her panties and dragged them down her legs. I closed my fist around the lace, tucking them into the back pocket of my jeans.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off,” she asked, breathlessly as her legs dangled off the side of the counter.

I shook my head, stepping toward her, and placed my hands on her knees.

“Open for me,” I coaxed, watching as she gripped the edge of the counter and bit down on her lip before she slowly parted her legs.

Heaven.

She leaned back, panting slightly as she peered at me curiously, waiting for my next move. I moved between her legs, tucking her hair behind her ears and took her face in my hands. She ground herself against me, inching her ass closer to the edge of the counter, desperate for friction.

I smiled at her eagerness, sucked her lower lip into my mouth and trailed my hands down her neck, over her breasts, squeezing them before gripping her hips and pulling her closer so her legs spread even wider and her cunt touched my stomach.

She whimpered, twisting her head from side to side as she ran her fingers roughly through my hair.

“Easy baby,” I soothed, my lips sliding up and down her neck. “Got all night. You’ll get there, girl…going to have you coming all over me—starting with my mouth.”

I pulled away, ran my hands down her legs as I detangled myself from her and walked toward the corner of the room where there were two folding chairs propped against the wall. I opened one, carried it back towards her and positioned it in front of her. With one hand I reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head, placing it on the counter next to her before I took a seat in between her legs and spread her out wide.

“Blackie,” she murmured. “I want to touch you,” she pleaded, taking the shirt and twisting it between her fingers. “Let me touch you.”

“Not yet, baby,” I said, wrapping my hands around her legs. “Lay back,” I instructed as I pulled her closer so her ass hung over the edge then brought each extended leg to rest over my shoulders. I pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh, closed my eyes as I was engulfed by the sweet scent of her arousal.

I’ve been through a lot of f*cked up shit in my life. There have been more than a handful of times when I wasn’t sure I’d live. Usually there’s a gun aimed at my head or a lethal dose of drugs in my system, threatening to end me. Not this time. This time, I wasn’t sure I’d survive taking Lacey.

She could make a man want to die a slow death.

One that involved her legs wrapped around you and your face buried in her *.

I continued to let my lips glide across the sensitive flesh, searing her, branding her with every swipe of my tongue before my mouth hovered over her *. I lifted a hand, pushing her lips apart with my index and middle fingers before my tongue took a swipe over the sweetness that was all Lace.

Her hips bucked, her knuckles whitened as she held onto the counter.

A groan escaped my mouth as she pressed her cunt against my tongue.

“Thatta’ girl, give me that *,” I ground out, nipping around her lips before I let my tongue delve into her, greedily lapping away, coating it in her arousal. I broke away, stared at her pink flesh, lifting her ass off the counter to change the angle and put my mouth back on her. I found her clit, grazed it, before devouring the bundle of nerves.

“Oh my God,” she cried out, taking my shirt and covering her mouth with it, muffling the sounds her mouth made. I slid two fingers into her, felt her * clench around them as I tried to slide them in and out of her, all the while keeping my mouth on her.

I pulled my fingers from her, as she tried to sit up, our eyes locked and I lifted my fingers glistening with all of her and took them into my mouth.

“You taste like heaven,” I said, pulling my fingers from my mouth and lifting my hand to her mouth. “Want you dripping, girl,” I growled, bending down and went for another taste. She wrapped her hand around my wrist and her mouth closed over my fingers, sucking them, swirling her tongue around them, pulling them from her mouth and dropped her back against the counter.