Bait (Wake, #1)(55)
Oh my God. I felt equal parts uncomfortable and worshiped at the same time. No one had ever shamelessly, and very obviously, inhaled me so, so intimately.
He slid a finger back into me, and pressed his tongue right over my clit, applying a masterful amount of pressure to it as his touch languidly relished me. “You taste so good, too.”
My knees went weak and I held onto him. I felt them beginning to quake every so often from the nerves in my thighs short-circuiting from pleasure.
“So, Blake. What's it gonna be? Just my body?” He stopped everything abruptly, but I felt like I still might go off, if only he would blow across my incendiary flesh. That's all I needed to tip these sensations over the edge.
“Or do you want other parts of me, too. The me parts. The Casey parts. It's up to you, honeybee.”
I didn't want to answer. Admitting things to him felt like a trap. One that I'd set for myself.
“I don't deserve all of those parts,” I said out of breath. “It's not fair.”
Casey's mouth pecked light kisses over me and then he gripped my hips on either side, lifting me onto the tall king-sized bed.
“It's fair if you really want them,” he said as he bent down and spread my legs. I leaned back on my elbows, initially, but since I couldn't see him I let my head fall back and hang.
“I don't know what I want,” I confessed.
An “mmm” sound came low and throaty from the man between my legs who was acting more and more like the Casey I knew. The Casey I'd started feeling something real for, even if I didn't know what that something was.
Between his seductive cajolery he spoke against me, “It's not the best possible answer for me, but I think that it's the truth. So, let’s start small. Short-term.” He braced himself over me and his face hovered close to mine. My legs spread open around him, desperate to surround his hips and pull him closer to me.
“What do you want from me this very second?” he asked.
“A kiss,” I said, repeating his initial request in Chicago. We'd only kissed briefly in the bar, and I was aching to feel his lips on mine.
“I like that answer. I want that, too.” Then he kissed me deeply. My toes curled from that kiss. Then he pulled away and continued, “And what else do you want from me right now? And don't say I don't know. It shuts me out. And if you do, I'll shut you out, too.”
I needed a quick answer, so I said, “Touch me.”
He chuckled at my cursory reply and tsked, “You can do better than that, college girl. Try more than a two word sentence. Tell me what you want.”
I wanted it all.
Friday, October 10, 2008
I WANT ALL OF her.
It altogether pissed me off when she said we we're only anatomical. I felt it deep in my gut, anatomically sick.
She racked my brain. We had messaged and talked on the phone. Would someone who basically had no guarantee of any physical gratification spend all of that time on the f*cking phone?
No. Not any sane man anyway. And there I was on top of this beautiful woman, simply begging me to be physical with her. I was clearly thinking like a lunatic.
Don't get me wrong. It was about to get physical, but when she dissected the emotional part from whatever this was, it stung. Even when I gave her what she was asking for—just my body—she still reacted. And f*ck if that hadn’t turned me on. I wanted her to get mad. Protest. Argue. But she didn't. She merely adjusted herself accordingly.
I wondered if I'd ever know that girl.
It was so damn dim and I would have given anything to turn on the light. To see her. To watch her.
She pulled herself up, using the stability of my arm, which also was holding my weight. So I shifted to the side, following her lead. Taking my hand and running it over her stomach she begged, “Please, touch me here.” Her hand was warm and it slid atop mine as I took over, granting her a request that weakened me.
“Please, Casey,” she asked again, even though I was already palming her wet *.
I had to swallow whatever the hell the feeling was that tried to claw its way up my throat. Almost in a whisper, I said, “See that wasn't hard now was it, honeybee? What else?”
Her legs were still dangling off the high-top mattress, so she couldn't get enough leverage to lift into my hand like she wanted it. To say it wasn't gratifying making her try so hard and ask for it would have been a major f*cking lie. And at the moment, she was loving every second.
My fingers steadily increased their pace and my mouth found her breast. I played gently with it and then decided to see if I could push her, make her even more frantic for me. Remembering how much it turned her on when I was being cooler and rougher I wondered if she'd like a little naughty along with her nice.
Maybe that was what she really wanted all along. I could give her that. Hopefully the prick who bought her the ring wasn't doing it for her. Maybe he couldn't satisfy her.
Maybe, Betty liked trouble and that. Whatever it was that I just did. I cataloged that piece of information under: “Honeybee Likes” in my mind. Maybe I knew more about her than I'd thought.
I kissed her perfect nipple and then bit it as I went from one to three fingers and rubbed the inside of her like it was a Jeanie’s lamp. I heard the climax build as her heavy breathing and ahhhs escalated. Her hands latched onto me and her dull finger tips burrowed into my skin. In that moment I was a little relieved that she had onychophagia.