He couldn’t suppress his grin. “Yeah, and now I’m gonna make you come with my mouth. Something wrong with that?”
She took a few uneven breaths, but finally shook her head. “No, nothing wrong. Nothing at all.”
21
Lilo stared at Blake’s dark hair as he dipped his head to the juncture of her thighs and buried his face in her heat. His hot breath ghosted over her flesh, and a moment later, his tongue licked over her sex, soothing her.
“Oh, Blake.”
She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Not only had he touched her so patiently and skillfully that she had firmly exploded, but even now he still took no pleasure for himself. Instead, he sucked her with such fervor that she wasn’t sure she wasn’t dreaming—because no man was this selfless. Maybe she had passed out.
But the strong hands on her thighs, keeping her legs spread, and the warm tongue licking her were too real to be a dream. She reached for him, running her hands through his thick dark hair and feeling him shudder under her touch.
For a moment he lifted his head, their gazes colliding. In his eyes she read the promise he was making her: to shower her with pleasure.
She felt safe now. With Blake by her side, the fear was retreating, fading into the background. Whether it would stay there, she didn’t know, but for now, for the next hour or two, she could breathe again.
She reveled in the sensations Blake unleashed in her. The euphoria. The lust. The pleasure. Already, her arousal was spiking, all thanks to Blake’s skilled tongue and masterful mouth. There was nothing mechanical or perfunctory about his caresses. No, every stroke, every nibble, every lick appeared to give him as much pleasure as her, if the guttural moans coming from his throat were anything to go by.
Did he lavish every woman with such tender passion? For some selfish reason, she wanted to believe that she was the only one he touched, made love to this way. She’d never met a man like him. Not even Morgan West was like this: a selfless lover with boundless energy and skill. She couldn’t invent a man like Blake if she tried. Nobody would believe her. But Blake was real.
Already he was coaxing her toward another orgasm, but she knew she needed more this time. She wanted to experience this high with him inside her. It was the only way to truly share how he made her feel.
Lilo put her hands on his face and lifted it up.
He looked at her, surprised. “You don’t like it?”
“I love it,” she hastened to assure him. “But I want you inside me. I want to feel you.”
He lifted himself up to sit. “You sure you want that?”
She sat up and nodded, then reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing the first one, then the second, until she could brush it over his shoulders and rid him of it.
There was only a mild dusting of dark hair on his chest, a chest that attested to his fit state. He was muscular and well-toned, his skin a beautiful bronze tone. Fascinated by so much male perfection, she ran her hand over the hard ridges of his chest and abdomen and felt him inhale. His skin was smooth and soft. Beneath it, his muscles flexed. She loved the way he reacted to her touch, sitting entirely still while his heart thundered under her palm.
“Lilo…”
She lifted her lids, tearing her eyes away from his naked chest. “Yes?”
“Undress me.”
She smiled at the request. Blake turned to the side, kicking his shoes off so they fell down next to the bed, before lying down on his back.
Without hesitation she bent over him. Her eyes fell on the bulge that had formed beneath his pants. An involuntary gasp escaped her before she could stop herself.
A chuckle came from Blake, making her meet his gaze. “I’m not sure whether to apologize or thank you for the compliment,” he said with a smirk. His hand came up and he stroked his knuckles over her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle.”
She felt her cheeks flush with heat. “I know that.” Just like he’d been gentle when he’d touched her. Though maybe she didn’t want gentle. Maybe she wanted something more.
Boldly, she opened the button of Blake’s pants and lowered the zipper. She gripped the waistband and pulled, while Blake lifted himself up so she could free him of his clothing. She threw his pants onto the floor in the middle of the room, before helping him with his socks. When she looked back at him, he lay there in only his boxer briefs. The fabric stretched tightly over his groin. Slowly she pulled it down completely. Only now was the true size of his erection evident. Her chin dropped, and involuntarily she licked her lips. He was the most amazing specimen of aroused male she’d ever seen.
A groan bounced off the walls of the bedroom. “Fuck, Lilo, don’t do that, you’re gonna make me come before I’m even inside you.”
“Do what?”
“Look at me like you want to devour me.”