Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(36)

Hearing him talk like that made me shiver. He was going to have to stop, but if he did, I was afraid I would attack him and demand he soothe this ache.

He continued to play with my br**sts, molding them in his hands, then kissing them and causing me to squirm and moan. Every time I accidentally made a sound, he would groan and get greedier. It was like a fire was being lit between my legs. I had to press my legs together to keep from crying out in pain.

When his mouth began to move down my stomach and then over each rib, I held my breath. I shifted some and squeezed my legs together as the throb between them got worse at the excitement of Rock’s mouth getting closer.

His hands moved over my waist, and then he slipped a finger under the waistline of my jeans. He stared at it for a moment, and I waited, unable to take a deep breath, to see what he would do.

Then his eyes lifted to meet mine. “I want to take them off.”

Yes. Oh God, yes. “Yes,” I panted.

His nostrils flared again as he began unfastening my jeans. I lifted my bottom off the bed so he could pull them down. The panties I was wearing didn’t cover much. They were too small, like most of my clothing. They were also faded and the pink almost looked white.

Rock’s hands moved up my legs slowly, as if he were memorizing them. When he got to my knees he stopped, and I was just about to plead that he do something before I combusted when he pushed my legs open. I let him, unable to tell him no about anything at this point.

He took a sharp breath and swore again as he stared at the crotch of my panties. The cool air that hit them alerted me to what he was seeing. I was wet. Oh God. I was wet. I started to press my legs together, embarrassed. Rock’s kissing always made my panties wet. I couldn’t help it. And from the way the cold air touching me felt, I knew I had to be soaking.

“No. God, no, Trisha. Don’t hide this from me,” he said in a desperation I recognized. Opening my eyes only a little, I peeked at him and let him push my legs open again. He looked mesmerized. “Fuck, baby. That’s hot.”

It was?

He moved a hand up the inside of my leg, and my thigh tingled. He was going to touch me there. He wanted to even though he could see I was wet.

One single finger ran over the center of my achy, needy core, and I grabbed the sheets under me and cried out. The shots of intense pleasure that went through every cell in my body made me feel like I was about to explode.

His hands were whipping my panties off before I could focus again. I opened my eyes to see his head as it lowered to settle between my legs.

The first hot contact with his magical tongue made me lose my mind. I wasn’t sure what I said or begged or promised, but I was panting and begging. That much I knew. Rock’s mouth kissed and licked the achy need, making it worse and better all at once.

I grabbed his shoulders, and my nails bit into his flesh. I couldn’t stop myself. I was about to explode and I didn’t know how to control myself. I wanted this and I was terrified of it.

“Never wanted to taste pu**y before, Trisha, but I swear to God you taste like sunshine and sugar. I could eat you for hours and not get enough.” Rock swore before sliding his tongue inside me. I bucked against him and my world blew up. Light sent off a million colors behind my eyelids, and I was screaming Rock’s name while the bed and everything else spun away from me. I was riding a wave of perfection that I never wanted to get off of.

I heard Rock saying something in the distance, but my body was jerking as those aches and throbs reached a point where they exploded, just like I’d feared. Except it was beautiful. So beautiful I wanted this feeling forever.

It began to fade, and my mind was slowly processing the fact that I had lost myself for a moment and I wasn’t sure what I had done or said while I was lost.

Rock was staring down at me as I opened my eyes, and the first thing I realized was that his h*ps were settled between my legs and he was naked. The hardness I had felt through his jeans many times was now pressing against my oversensitive center, which was already getting excited over another round.

“That was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. I swear, Trisha, nothing will ever compare to the look on your face just now,” he said, an intensity in his eyes that warmed my heart. “I want inside you. I want to make love to you. I want to be so deep inside you that you’re a part of me.”

Yes. All of that. Yes.

I nodded, and he closed his eyes and whispered what sounded like “Thank God.” When he opened his eyes again, he ran his lips across my collarbone, then up my neck, before he kissed the area behind my ear. “It’ll hurt at first. But I swear I’ll make sure you feel that sweet place again. Trust me.”

“I love you,” was my response.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered as his hard tip entered me, stretching me in a way that felt right.

I let my legs fall open all the way, and his body shuddered over me. Then he eased in farther until the tight sharpness bit me just before I felt him break through the barrier. I grabbed his arms and held back the cry in my throat. I didn’t want him to stop.

He froze once he was completely inside me. I felt full as the sharp pain throbbed, until it began to ease.

“I’m okay,” I told him, and he inhaled sharply.

Then he moved and a slow burn began in me. With each move of his h*ps I lost my breath and made a noise.

“I love you. I love you so damn much. You make me crazy. You’re mine, Trisha. You’ll always be mine.”