Rise - Part One (Rise #1)(16)

He peers at me over the edge of his own glass. I watch as he elegantly takes a swallow. It's obvious that he moves the dark red liquid around in his mouth, stroking it over his tongue. I stare at the way he closes his eyes to savor its taste.

He finally takes my glass from my hand, places it down on a table with his and reaches for my hands. "I know we don't know each other very well, Tess, but I'm proud of you. I knew you'd nail that meeting with Gabriel."

I stare down at his hands as they softly hold mine. I can feel my body trembling. I know that he must sense it to. I pull in one heavy breath, hoping it will calm me enough that I'll be able to look at him without wanting to kiss him. "Thank you. I'm excited for the project."

"Look at me." His voice is so close. "Look at me, Tess."

I slowly pull my gaze up his shirt, noting how perfectly it molds to his body. I deliberately blink before I lock eyes with him. "I'm looking. It's hard not to look at you."

I hear the chuckle that escapes him before I see his lips part. His hand leaps to my chin and as he leans closer a small growl flows from his mouth into me as he pulls me into a deep kiss.





Chapter 13


"Your body is perfect, Tess." His tongue lashes against my folds again. The sensation pulls a deep moan from a place within me that I never even knew existed. I bury my face in the soft, blue, sheets of his bed to try and temper the sounds I'm involuntarily making.

He'd kissed me in the other room before he ran his hands slowly down my sides. He'd stopped to cup my ass and the low moan that fell from my lips had been enough to make him pivot on his heel so he could guide me to his bedroom.

There was no rush to remove my clothing. He'd helped me step out of my dress, kissing my shoulders and neck before he unclasped the white bra I was wearing. He'd dove to taste my nipple, pulling the left swollen bud between his perfect teeth before he kissed his way to my right breast. He'd kneaded it so firmly that I'd reached down to quiet his grasp. He'd kissed the top of it then, stopping to suck on the nipple, pulling it to attention. It aches now, just as every other part of my body does.

He'd then pushed me onto my stomach before he pulled my lace panties off. I've never been in this position with a man before and as I felt his strong hand cup my sex, he'd whispered that he wanted me to arch my body. I had.

There wasn't any thought of being ashamed at how exposed I was. I didn't turn over to try and tempt him that way. I'd given him exactly what he wanted and as I turned my head to the side to watch him slide his clothes from his body, I'd felt nothing but desire.

He's beautiful and strong. His chest is smooth and when my eyes trailed along his abs to his muscular thighs, my breath caught at the sight of his cock. It's as flawless as every other part of him and as much as I want to feel it inside of me, I want to know the pleasure that his mouth is giving me now.

"Landon," I whisper his name into the sheets as he glides his tongue across my cleft.

"You're so wet. You're so smooth."

The words pull me onto my knees and as I push my wetness into his face, he grabs hold of my hips. I moan loudly, not caring that I sound wanting and needy.

"That's it." I feel his mouth leave my core. "Give it to me. Let me eat you until you come for me."

It's never been like this with a man. I've never let go so completely. As I push into him, I reach back to grab hold of his head, guiding it into my flesh.

I jerk forward the second I feel his fingers enter me and as he circles my swollen clit with his tongue, I cry out from the force of the approaching orgasm. I grab tightly to the pillow that's under my head, pulling at it as if it's going to quell all the sensations that are claiming my body.

I come hard. My legs shake so violently that I'm scared I'll fall forward. He holds tightly to me, licking me softly until my muscles settle.

"Again, Tess." His fingers run hot over my folds, spreading me apart. "Let me taste you again."

I can't. I can't form the words because every breath that I did have has fallen into the pillow with my cries of pleasure. I shake my head, hoping that he'll understand that my body is still on fire. If he touches me again, I'll be sent over the edge with an intensity that I know will overwhelm me.

I whimper when I feel his strong hands grab hold of my hips. I cover my face when he flips me over easily and I wipe the tears away when he dives his tongue back into me sending me into another climax almost instantly.

***

"You're paying me back, aren't you?" His voice is different. It's deeper and gruff. There's no breath between the words.

I look down at him. The moisture resting on his top lip is a combination of my wetness and the sweat that's settled there as he's fought off his release.

After he ate me a second time, he ripped open a condom package, and sheathed his thick cock. He'd pulled my legs apart, telling me that he'd go slowly.

I shook my head, asking him to stop and without a moment's hesitation he had. He'd crawled up next to me, kisses covering the side of my face and forehead as he pulled me into his arms. I'd held onto him, wanting to look at his eyes but knowing that my own would betray the intensity that I still felt.

When my breathing finally leveled, I'd pushed him onto his back, before I slid myself on top of his body. I'd mounted his face, wanting him to bring me back to the edge. He hadn't hesitated. He grabbed my thighs and licked me with the same fury he had earlier.