Bait (Wake, #1)(7)

Well, I had worked out before.

“I like,” was all she said. Not having any clothes on and both of us standing there naked, I wasn't really sure how to approach her. It was strange.

I was expecting a hot rush, hands and arms everywhere. Sweat. Screams. But in that moment, she seemed to want her own look. So I let her and when I couldn’t wait a minute longer, I took a step towards her, meeting her smile with mine.

“Are you sure about this, honeybee?”

Only nodding, she looked to me with the biggest brown eyes, the colors in them shimmered like a dark amber lager.

“I need to hear you. Tell me.”

“I'm sure.” Her voice was quiet, but steady. “Please, kiss me?”

Please, kiss me?

She didn’t need to ask me to kiss her. Why would she think she did? Her voice was like velvet, soft and smooth, and there is no way I could deny her anything. So, I kissed her.

The sound she made when I slid my tongue into her mouth was so erotic. Like all of the sounds she made, it was pure pleasure.

When I pulled her thigh up to my hip, I heard a whimper behind her lips that made my ears ring.

The purr she made when I positioned her body underneath mine for that first time added minutes to my life.

The way her moans were desperate and needy made me all the more eager to give. She was like my brand new instrument and I wasn't stopping until I heard every noise she'd make, including my name.

I kissed my way down her stomach, all the while watching her reactions. And when I got to her center, her whole body shivered. Blake responded to my every move. My lips found her wet flesh and my tongue outlined the ridge of her sex. Her hips bucked, and I found myself moaning with pleasure from the erotic show.

It was bewitching how the flick of my tongue, or a light graze of my teeth, in just the right spot, affected her.

Her body arched as I took one long, last delicious lick up the middle of her glistening *. With one finger curled inside her, she came in my mouth. Her orgasm was silent, but her hands clawed at the sheets and her body pulsed against me. It almost did me in and couldn't control myself any longer. I had to have her. I had to be inside her.

I couldn't help the way I went at her that first time. It was almost savage. My body did all the decision-making. I spread her legs and moved myself to her opening without a second thought.

The second I was barely an inch inside of her, she sunk her teeth into her lip. I waited for her to let me know she was all right, or maybe I was giving her a chance to tell me to stop.

She said, “Yes,” and I continued. That first inch. That first time inside. It was f*cking Heaven. I moved steadily deeper and paused again. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open as I made the final push. She was so tight around my aching cock. I watched as lust mired her features. Uninhibited and exquisite.

“Casey?”

At first it sounded like a question she was asking herself, but I held myself there one more second before grinding my hips against her clit and then pulling just shy of out of her. I said nothing. Blake's dark eyes dilated as she exhaled and she said, “Yes.” Then, I lost myself. I couldn't get deep enough. I couldn't go fast enough.

She cried, “Casey,” over and over. The harder I came at her the louder she got. I watched as she came, shaking her head side to side like she was telling herself no. Like she was fighting it.

I stilled her face with one hand and made her look at me. “Don't fight it. Let go.” And she did. That sweet * gripped me and wrung me out. The feeling of her coming around me took me to the edge of my sanity.

I was aware if I kept going like that I could hurt her, but something in the back of my mind told me that in the long run, she'd hurt me much worse.

As I came, she leaned up and kissed my open mouth until I was empty.

I didn't even have the strength to roll over. I pretty much collapsed into her heaving chest as we both fought to catch our breath. I was still inside her and I was so satisfied that I couldn't move.



“Are you okay?” Blake finally asked me when I had lain there with my head in between her perfect breasts for minutes that felt like hours. It took everything for me to lift my head and smile at her.

“Hi,” she purred.

“Hello.”

“What's your name again?” The little minx was playful post-coital. I so dug that.

“Lou,” I answered and watched her face light up.

“It's a real pleasure to meet you, Lou. Mind getting out of me? I need to use the lady's room.” And she wiggled underneath me.

I rolled over to my side and watched her tiptoe to the bathroom. She didn't turn the light on or even shut the door all of the way. I couldn't see anything except her little feet tapping against the tile as she peed. Even that was f*cking cute. I needed serious help.

“I'm sorry, I don't remember if I caught your name or not. I'm at a loss right now if you could help me out...?”

“Excuse me. How rude of me not to formally introduce myself. How un-ladylike,” she mockingly chided herself in an almost believable faux, Southern accent. “I must have forgotten my name and my manners. My name is...Betty.”

“Betty, is it then?” I wondered why Betty, but I went along.

“Yes. Betty,” she admitted and sauntered back to the bed after flushing and washing her hands.