“I really like these shoes, Alicia. You should wear them more often.” He swept a hand over her ankles, calves, the backs of her knees, and under her thighs, worshipping one leg, then the other, ignoring the throbbing spot between her legs that begged for his touch.
When he drew her panties over her hips and down her legs, she was ready for him to touch her, pet her, lick her until she screamed. But he only caressed her legs again, kissing his way up her calves and knees, making his way to the promised land but bypassing it again to move his lips over her hips and ribs.
“Garrett.” His name sailed from her lips on a shaky sigh.
“Mmm,” was his reply as he reached the swell of her breasts. He snaked his tongue over the edge of the cups of her bra, teasing her. Her nipples tightened, and she was so hot she felt like she might spontaneously combust. He undid the clasp at the front of her bra to draw the cups aside, releasing her breasts.
“You have the most beautiful breasts, and pretty nipples I like to suck on.”
His words sent her up in flames. She watched him as he took one nipple between his lips and sucked it into his mouth, the sensation shooting straight to her core. She reached down to touch herself, but Garrett grasped her wrist and laid her hand down on the bed next to her.
“Uh-uh,” he said, before flicking his tongue over the other nipple then grabbing it with his teeth to gently nibble on it.
“You’re killing me.”
He looked up at her and shattered her with a wicked grin. He moved up and took her lips in a kiss that destroyed what few brain cells she had left. She was limp, lifeless except for every tingling nerve ending begging for him to satisfy her, and when he made the slow trek south again, she wanted to sing with joy.
She trembled as he teased her inner thighs and dropped to his knees, draping her legs over his shoulders as he scooted her to the edge of the bed.
When he finally put his mouth on her sex, her entire world spun. She lifted up on her elbows, desperate to see what he was doing to cause those delicious, sinful sensations. Seeing her legs flung over his shoulders, his tongue gliding over her sex, and the way he devoured her * made her entire body convulse with pleasure.
“I’m not going to last, Garrett. I’m going to come, and I’m going to come fast.”
He murmured against her sex, laying his tongue against her and, oh, God, was he vibrating it against her clit?
She exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm, grabbing on to his hair and screaming his name as she rocked her climax against his face, unashamed to let him know just how damn good it was. And when she flattened against the bed, out of breath and out of energy, she was certain she had died.
But then he was there, framing her face with his hands and kissing her, renewing her, his erection brushing her hip as he turned her around in the bed.
Maybe she wasn’t dead after all, because his mouth and his tongue brought her back to life. His hands roamed her body, brushing her nipples and touching her everywhere. Then he rolled her to her side so she could touch him, too.
She loved the feel of his body, every muscle and ridge that she had come to know so well. She caressed his shoulder, kissed it, even took a little bite.
He growled in response, and her nipples tightened.
And then he pushed her onto her back and grabbed a condom.
“I need to be inside you.”
She reached for him, guiding him into her, loving the moment when he buried himself inside her. The sensation of him filling her, becoming one with her, was an emotional as well as a physical sensation that always brought her an amazing sense of wonder. She wanted to tell him that, to tell him how he made her feel, but now wasn’t the time, not with passion rising so fast it engulfed her.
He lifted and bent her knee toward her chest, smoothing his hand along her leg. When he caressed her ankle, he turned back toward her, and his lips curved.
“Oh, yeah. I fucking love these shoes.”
He thrust into her, slow and easy, taking his time driving her crazy, taking her right to the very brink, burying himself so deep she thought she might die from the ecstasy of it.
She reached for him and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugged on it. He groaned and powered even deeper.
He was going to make her come again, but this time she was taking him with her. And when he increased his tempo, when his brow furrowed and his lids dropped to half-mast, she knew he was on the brink.
“Come inside me, Garrett,” she whispered, and he dropped down on top of her, grabbed her butt, and lifted her hips, bringing them even closer together. That’s when she dug into him and made him fuck her harder, made him give her everything he had.