The Locker Room(93)

Instead of diving in like I thought he would, he takes his time, blazing kisses along my inner thighs. Unhurried, he savors every single kiss, his tongue peeking out for a few as he works his way to my apex, pressing his mouth above my pubic bone, then lower, and then on my slit, stealing a gasp from my lips.

He works his way to the other leg, repeating the same delicious torture along my skin. His lips cause goosebumps to spread over my legs, his hands hold me in place, not letting me take charge, and his mouth does sinful things I’ve never felt before.

Nips.

Sucks.

Licks.

I’m writhing beneath him, and he’s still avoiding the spot where I’m aching the most.

Wet and turned on, I groan when his mouth travels north up my stomach rather than south.

“Knox, please, God, I need your tongue.”

“Have you forgotten about the other men?”

“Oh my God, yes. Please, I want you. Only you.” Against my stomach, I feel his lips curve into a smile before he lowers his mouth slowly until he reaches my center. He pauses, spreads my lips with his fingers, and then lightly flicks his tongue across my clit so I can almost barely feel the stroke. Like a whisper, grazing over my most sensitive spot, the pleasure pooling at the base of my spine strikes up with every featherlight touch.

“Knox,” I breathe. I try to twist, to lift my hips for more pressure but he holds me still, lightly flicking over and over until I can feel the smallest of orgasms start to spasm through my center. It’s so small, so not what I want that I try to hold back. I try to think of something else, to will it to stop. It’s almost as if he can hear my thoughts, because his tongue stops and he lifts his head up, leaving me hanging, my clit throbbing, my need for release causing me to cry out.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Watching you. You’re on the edge, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I answer my voice incredibly shaky.

“Good, then tell me again, tell me how you feel about me.”

I fling my arm over my eyes, in disbelief that he stopped. “I love you, Knox.”

“Look at me and say it.”

I lean up on my elbows and stare down at him, his chiseled face so handsome, his brows perched over his heady eyes. “I love you, Knox.”

He licks his upper lip and then buries his face between my legs and presses his tongue thickly against my clit. The pressure is almost unbearable before he lets up and lightly flicks, then long, hard strokes.

He repeats that pattern. Light, hard, light, hard. Thick, thin, thick, thin.

My body seizes on me, and his name is falling off my tongue in a wave of unadulterated passion. My body convulses, my hips ride his tongue, and my orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, consuming every last inch of me.

He doesn’t let up; he doesn’t stop moving his tongue until I’m a heaping mess on the mattress.

I can barely hear him above me, undressing until he’s scooting me farther up the bed and his cock is strapped with a condom, hard as stone, poised between my legs.

Straddling me, he leans down to press a kiss against my lips. His tongue swirls over mine and his hand finds my breast where he kneads, rolling my nipple with his finger and grinding his length against my leg.

It’s hot.

It reminds me of every time we were intimate without going all the way.

His panting, his heavy body above mine, the slickness of my arousal all over his cock.

God, I want this. I want him . . . forever.

“I’ve waited so goddamn long for this moment,” he says, connecting our foreheads. “I’ve waited to look you in the eyes while I enter you. I’ve waited to see how snug your pussy is around my cock. I’ve waited to come inside you. I’ve been waiting way too damn long.” His limbs shake and I reach out, cupping his face.

“I’ve waited too, Knox. This is all I’ve ever wanted. You are all I ever wanted.” Sitting up, I push him back on his knees and grip the back of his neck, dragging his mouth across mine. The heat between us turns up to unprecedented levels as his cock dances near my entrance. His hands run down my back, to my ass where he grips me tightly and groans.

“Fuck, Em, your body, it’s so goddamn hot.”

“Knox, don’t—”

He flips us quickly so I’m sitting on his lap, and his back is against the bed, the tops of his thighs supporting me.

“Ride me. I want to watch you. I want to see your tits bounce, your hips rotate. I want to feel that ass against my legs. I want all of you.”

If it were any other guy, I’d think he was just saying things to please me, but when I take a second to study Knox, he’s completely and utterly sincere, which makes me feel sexier than ever before.

Pushing my hair to the side, letting it float over my shoulder, I press my hands against his rock-hard abdomen and lift my hips up. He reaches between us and positions his cock at my entrance. On a deep breath, I take him in, one slow inch at a time.

“Ah . . . fuck,” he blows out, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent. “Em, Jesus Christ, you’re so tight. How long has it been?”

“Two years,” I say, not fully seated yet, allowing my body to adjust to him. “Too long.”

“Shit,” he groans, hands falling to the tops of my thighs.

A few more inches. Every time I lower down farther onto him my insides clench around him involuntarily.