Shameless(93)

A second later, my jeans and shoes are gone, and he’s pulling me down to straddle him again.

At first, he just holds me to him. “I missed you, baby. I love you. So damn much.”

My heart swells, understanding how momentous it is to find someone who loves you. Someone who looks at you like you could put stars in the sky.

“Love you, too.”

He leans up to kiss me. And it starts out gentle. Just a whisper of his lips against mine. Soft. Like he’s trying to memorize what this feels like. How we fit.

Arching my head to the side, I sigh as he kisses up my neck and presses me closer until my breasts meet his solid chest.

How I’ve missed this. His warmth. These strong arms. His calloused touch.

Dipping my head down, our mouths meet as I rock against him. I’m aching to be closer. To feel his body slide against mine. To feel him move inside of me.

He threads his fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss, and I suck his tongue until he groans.

Pulling me down with him, he reclines on the couch where his touch becomes fervent. He lowers the cups of my bra and grabs both breasts, licking one nipple before nipping it with his teeth.

Those dark, green eyes watch me as I flush from his touch.

And then he gives me that look. The one that sends shivers down my back. “Scoot up,” he rasps.

We’re lying horizontally on the couch, and we take up the whole thing. Where does he want me to go?

He answers my question by lifting my hips and moving me over his shoulders, so that my knees rest on either side of his head. I stare down at him and I feel that wicked grin everywhere.

Those rough hands slide up and down my thighs.

“Take it off.” His voice is low and gravelly as he tugs my panties down my legs.

Oh, God.

My nipples tighten painfully as he watches me wiggle out of my undies so they’re dangling off one ankle.

I’ve never done this before. Yeah, Brady’s gone down on me, but this is more intimate.

Way more intimate.

He bites the inside of my thigh, and every cell in me flares, like he’s the match and I’m the kindling.

Reaching behind my back, I unclip my bra and let it slide down my arms. His eyes darken as he watches me.

“Hold on to the couch,” he orders.

I nod, feeling out of breath and desperate for his touch.

He takes a deep breath. “My beautiful girl. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

Those rough fingers pull me closer until I feel his hot breath between my legs. He nibbles up my thigh. Drags his teeth on my skin. Licks one side of my mound.

My breath comes out in a rush.

He studies me there as he drags his finger through my crease.

“Is this for me?” he asks, his voice rough. “Do I make you this wet?”

“Ye… yes.”

He’s barely touching me, and I’m trembling.

That finger runs across me again, and my whole body quakes.

Damn.

Leaning up, he takes one agonizingly slow lick, leaving me gasping.

Then he takes another. And another.

My fingers dig into the side of the couch to stay upright. But then he slides two thick fingers into me, and I groan and lean back.

I can see everything. How his wet fingers thrust in and out of me. How he swirls his tongue on my skin, making the throbbing worse.

Reaching down, I part myself so he can get closer.

He stares back, his eyes feral. And then he really starts to lap at my skin.

God, the sound. His tongue against my wet skin. My gasps. His grunts of approval.

“That feels so good,” I moan as I thrust against his welcoming mouth.

As I watch him, I’m filled with the need to pleasure him too. So I lean farther back and grip his erection through his jeans.

But it’s not enough to touch him like this. Not enough to pleasure him the way he’s pleasuring me. And suddenly I know exactly what I want to do even though I’ve never tried before.

“Stop,” I whisper and start to get up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.” I thread my fingers through his thick hair. “I just need to reciprocate.”

I flip around onto my stomach, keeping my knees just above his shoulders.

“Aw, f*ck, Katherine.” The appreciation in his voice makes me even more eager.

He grips my ass as I lean down and take him out of his jeans. He’s so beautiful and thick and hard. He smells like warm male and soap. I rub my lips along his tip, and he hardens more in my palm. And then I open my mouth and take him in.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Suck on my cock.”

The groan that rumbles beneath me makes me smile around him, but when he pulls me down onto his mouth and resumes his torturous licks, I can barely think. All I know is that I’m close. So close my thighs are quaking around him.

He pushes my knees wider, and then those talented fingers spread me.

I’m so hot. So hot, I’m burning. Trembling above him.

That wicked tongue flattens as it strokes more earnestly. Those thick fingers press into me. His rough hand grips my ass.

“Oh… God…”

I can barely focus on what I’m doing as he increases the pressure, so I give up trying and just suck gently on his tip while my hand strokes his erection in an erratic rhythm.