He took in the flush that spread from her chest up into her face, but she laughed, going back onto her elbows. She licked her lips as she parted her thighs.
“There.” His hungry gaze fastened on her pouty lips. “So pretty.” He traced the tip of one finger down the seam, then petted her with all his fingertips. “Soft.” He leaned in and kissed the inside of one thigh, his eyes falling closed, and he breathed in her delicious scent. He opened his mouth on her skin, his tongue stroking her, then kissed his way across her lower belly to the other thigh. He loved how her skin quivered at the touch of his lips.
He pressed a kiss to the puff of curls between her legs and inhaled again. “You smell so good. So sexy.” He breathed her in, kissing around her groin, licking her thighs, moving closer and closer to her center.
Heat rushed through his body, need for her like a punch in the gut. His cock throbbed painfully. He parted her with his thumbs and her hips lifted off the bed.
“Oh God.” Her head fell back as he licked his way through her folds. He stiffened his tongue and dipped into her opening, tasting her arousal, then kissed her folds, little suckling kisses, gentle and delicious.
“Sweet, Amber. You taste sweet, like peaches.”
She arched with pleasure. “Oh my God, you’re good at this.”
Pleasure swelled in his chest. He loved giving this to her, making her tremble and come apart. He took his time, bestowing tender kisses and gentle licks. He pulled her swollen flesh into his mouth, gently released it, and moved to the other side and did the same. Then he moved his mouth up, and suckled his way to her pulsing clit. When he finally took it into his mouth, tugging and nibbling, his teeth holding it while he licked over it, she exploded.
He damn near exploded too.
She cried out, body arching, spasming, digging her heels into the mattress, pressing up into his mouth. He tasted her excitement, felt the wetness against his tongue and lips. “Jesus,” he muttered against her *, still giving her little licks and sucks, drawing out every last quiver of delight until she lay limp.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” She fell flat on her back, chest heaving.
“Enough groveling?” He lifted his head.
A laugh bubbled out of her. “No. No, I think you need to grovel some more.”
He grinned, but his smile faded as he stood. He stripped his clothes off and rolled on a condom. Naked, he moved over her on the bed. First he kissed her mouth, his lips opening her to him. He slid his tongue inside and stroked hers. More heat built in his groin and electricity buzzed over his skin.
He shifted to take a nipple in his mouth and suck, then rubbed his tongue over it. She tasted so sweet and her whimpers told him she loved what he did to her. He moved to the other nipple, tasted it too, played with it with his mouth while his fingers plucked at the other, tested the weight of her breast, squeezed it gently.
“That feels so good.” Her fingers sifted through his hair. Her body twitched and writhed against him. “So good.”
He drew back to study her nipples after his attention, so pretty and pink and tight. He leaned down and licked his tongue across each taut peak, making her shiver yet again. He moved over her and she reached for his cock, long, hard, and throbbing. Her hands on him felt sublime, soft yet firm, stroking him in long pulls that had pleasure licking over his skin.
“Inside me,” she said. “Please.”
“Yeah.” He let her guide him into her, felt her wetness, then her heat, surrounding the head of his cock. Hot velvet, squeezing him. A low, rough sound tore from his throat. He held his weight on his elbows and straightened his arms a bit to hold his body higher. She parted her legs wider, and he pushed into her. The air ripped out of his lungs.
“Amber, God.”
“I know.” Her hands clutched his ass, pulled him deeper. “Fuck me, Duncan.”
His groans mingled with her sighs as their bodies came together, perfect, easy, right. He surged into her, their connection intimate, joining not just their bodies but their hearts and their souls. Something touched him inside, a searing, exquisite sensation that he knew was love.
His hands framed her face, and his gaze held hers. He saw his own devotion, his own longing, his own hope reflected in her eyes, pulling him in. “I love you, Amber.”