Davenport Harbor (Six Degrees Book 3) (15 page)

There was no way I was going to rush this, but I needed to watch her fall. I needed to hear her plea, smell and taste her cream like I needed my next breath.

Anne

My heart raced as his hand skimmed my tummy, and I sucked in air at the touch. His fingers burned hot. Dizzy with need, I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in the sensations his touch was bringing to life. His fingers glided over my skin, up and down, so fucking slowly it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t help grinding up against the thigh he had between my legs.

“
Tell me,
”
he repeated,
“
Kitten, open your eyes, look at me, and tell me.
” I opened
my eyes slowly, his intense stare making me have to take a deep breath.

“
I do.
”
Confidently answering him, not looking away, I put my hand on his face,
“
I want this, John.
”

“
You are sure?
”
His body was stiff over mine, his muscles straining tightly. He was holding back! The idea of this slightly brutish, amazing man holding back put me even further at ease, and I slightly relaxed.

“
Yes. I
’
m sure. Please.
”

“
No rushing me,
”
he ordered,
“
I
’
m in charge. Do you understand?
”
The darkness in his voice made me shiver, my nipples straining for his touch, my breasts heavy and achy. My entire body screamed for more.

I shouldn
’
t want this.

He had told me himself over and over that he was a difficult man and had proved it when he overreacted the night before. But I couldn’t help myself. I
’
d seen the good in him. The side he tried to pretend wasn’t there. The way he was with not only Zoey and I, but also with his friends. I
’
d seen the pain in his eyes that shined through whenever he thought no one was paying attention, and all I wanted to do was wipe it away for him. Even knowing he was way out of my league not only because of the kind of man he was, but also because I lacked the experience I was sure he had. I couldn’t seem to get myself to stop. I wanted whatever he was planning on giving me.

“
I understand,
”
I replied, and he nodded.

He moved off of me, leaving me on my back, and I stared at him now kneeling in front of the couch. I sat up and turned to him.

“
What are
…
?
”

“
Shh...
”
Both of his large hands helped move me as if I was a rag doll until he had me sitting the way he wanted me to, slightly slouching, in front of him, my legs open, and his large body between them. At this level, he leaned in and kissed me, his hands tangling in my hair, heat surging through every cell in my body. Moans filled the air, and I was burning up for more.

His talented strong hands moved to my waist to pull my shorts down. I expected him to be rough and fast about it, but I should have known better. My breathing stuttered as he dragged the soft, faded denim slowly down my legs.

“
I
’
m going to savor this, Kitten.
”
He moved back, kissing the top of each foot as he slipped my shorts off. Something in my chest tightened at the sight and sensation of him doing something as sweet and romantic as kissing the tops of my feet. That was when his words processed in my mind. He was going to savor this. Savor me. Breathing was suddenly hard to do.

Savor me.

I'd never been savored. Not once. Not ever had a man taken his time with me. Moisture pooled at my center as my heart hammered painfully against my chest. Anticipation and emotions I wasn't sure I should let myself feel made my skin warm. A shiver ran through my entire body, leaving me trembling and at his mercy.

His lips lifted off the top of my foot as he cupped my heel and looked at me. His stare was dark and hungry. He leaned down again, nuzzling the front of my left ankle, and my eyes closed, afraid of the tears that might escape.

"So soft." His quiet voice vibrated against my skin, the sensation rumbling through my whole body, and I was dying to close my eyes. I didn’t. I didn’t want to look away from him. I didn’t want to miss a moment.

His tongue warmed my skin as he peppered open and closed-mouth kisses up my leg. I couldn’t help but spread them wider in anticipation of whatever he wanted to do to me. Reaching my knee, he moved his mouth towards my inner thigh, making breathing even more difficult.

"Breathe, Kitten," he ordered with a soft chuckle, and I grew wetter at the sight of him playful and smiling.

"You make it hard," I gasped as his mouth moved up the middle of my left inner thigh. The soft air of his silent laughter against my skin tickled slightly, and I gripped the throw pillows beside of me.

"You make
me
hard," he amusingly told me, his mouth moving up. If he only moved his mouth slightly to the right, he'd be right where I needed him.

"John," I moaned, hardly recognizing my own voice.

"You're wet, Kitten.
”
His hands skimmed the back of my calves, and I closed my eyes and arched my back, most of my weight resting on my shoulders.
“
Dripping
.”
The pad of his thumb skimmed the now slippery material of my ruined white cotton panties.

I squeezed my eyes tighter.
God!
Here was a man who could be with any kind of woman, more than likely ones that wore French silk and fine lace, and I was wearing cotton. Boring, white cotton panties! Before I could completely snap myself out of every sensation he
’
d wrung out of me, the pad of his thumb added more pressure to his stroke; back and forth, achingly slowly. He grunted in appreciation.

“
John.
”
My voice was slightly strangled as I started to stop him, feeling inadequate in my cotton panties, but then he literally stole the breath from my body.

“
Prettiest thing I
’
ve ever seen, Kitten.
”
His rich tone and warm breath moved over me, making my body melt more.
“
You
’
re so wet I can see through. I can see you, how much you want me.
”

His head lowered and the tip of his nose nudged my swollen center. I couldn’t help the weird sound that escaped the back of my throat. I felt him inhale, and his groan filled the room, making me sink further into the couch, fisting the pillows at my side, clenching when his hot tongue took a barely there swipe over my center.

“
You test my control, baby.
”
He licked me again with his beautiful tongue, and I moaned, my feet gripping the rug below.
“
You taste so fucking good.
”
His hands gripped the back of my thighs as he nuzzled me again with his face, and I ground down on him. The room filled with my scent and unintelligible moans.

“
You want more, don
’
t you Kitten? You want to feel my tongue on your pretty pussy?
”

I
’
d never liked dirty talk. I
’
d always thought it was silly or disgusting whenever my ex had done it. But right now, with John, it made me ache. Slowly, each dirty word he whispered against me broke and cracked open a dam I hadn’t known was there.

“
Mmm. Nothing has ever tasted this good.
”
His mouth moved and his fingers skimmed over me, his thumb strumming, moving back and forth on just the right spot. I could hear something in the background and realized it was me. I was incoherently begging him for more.

“
Taste, baby.
”
His hand moved, and I almost cried out at the loss of his touch. His fingers were at my mouth. I opened my eyes and was taken aback by the salacious way he was looking at me.

“
That
’
s it, baby,
” he
coaxed me. I opened my mouth wider, taking his thick middle finger into my mouth.

Our eyes locked, and a current rushed between us. I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I grabbed hold of his hand, obviously taking him by surprise when his eyes widened and then narrowed lustfully. He watched me like a predator does his prey when I took two of his fingers into my mouth slowly. In and out I sucked them as they glided over my tongue. The taste of his skin and my essence created an aphrodisiac that was undeniable and definitely overtaking the space we were in. Breaking our gaze, I closed my eyes as I hollowed my cheeks sucking his fingers with a loud moan.

“
Suck my fingers, baby. I can
’
t wait till those pretty lips are wrapped around me.
”
His words made me open my mouth and lick his fingers. Never had I been this aroused. He let me play, the slight twitch at his jaw the only tell that he was losing control and I loved it. I wanted him to let go.

As if he could read my mind, he growled,
“
Enough.
”
I opened my mouth and smiled wickedly at him as he took hold of my hands and pulled his fingers from my mouth, his nose flaring.

“
You
’
re going to get your pretty little ass spanked if you keep that shit up.
”
I tilted my head at him, shifting my body until I was sitting on my knees on the couch, now eye to eye with him. His threat of spanking me didn’t scare me. He would never do it to hurt me. I might not have known much about him, but I did know that.

My hands were on his shoulders. His quickly tangled in my hair, fisting at my scalp and pulling me gently back.

“
No rushing, Kitten.
”
I smiled at him and his silly pet name. He shook his head, his free hand pulling down the front of my black tank top and pushing the cup of my bra down with it as well. His head went to my neck, his teeth scraping down to my collarbone.

“
Please, John,
”
I moaned deeply, arching my front towards him. My body was tightly wound up and seeking relief.

“
Mmm, Kitten, you want this, don
’
t you."

“
Mmm,
”
I moaned as his mouth took my nipple and flicked it hard with his tongue a second before sucking it into his heated mouth. He bit down and sucked on my pebbled nipple. My legs buckled, but as if expecting it, he was now holding on to me and laying me down on the couch. In an effortless movement, he undressed me, my clothes now on the floor. I looked down at him. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, tan muscled skin dusted with dark chest hair peeking through, his belt and slacks undone and falling to his narrow waist. His thick hardness tented his pants and I swallowed.

“
You want that, don
’
t you?
”
He growled. He took his hands off of me and stroked himself over the outside of his pants. My mouth watered as I nodded.

“
Tell me,
”
he commanded as he held himself again.

“
I want it.
”
My voice was soft, and he grinned at me, shaking his head.

“
Tell me,
”
he repeated, stroking, his hand tightening slightly.

“
I...I
…”

“
Louder, Kitten!
”
He growled.

“
I want it,
”
I whimpered.

“
Again,
”
he ordered sternly.

“
I want it. John, I want it so bad.
”
I looked at his hands stroking his pant covered member and licked my lips.

“
Please, John.
”
Our eyes connected when his name slipped from my lips, and I swore an electric current moved between us. He nodded as he lay on the floor, and I watched him, slightly confused.

His hands quickly finished undoing and unzipping his slacks, and he pulled down the material of his boxer briefs, stroking his thick, long cock, a pearly drop at the tip that made me want to taste him. I would do anything he told me to do to get closer. Guiding one leg over his face, he had me squat over him. Before I could feel self-conscious of something I
’
d never done, his tongue came out and licked my flesh, and I let my body take over. Grinding my hips down, his growls against my flesh made my head spin, made my mind go blank. I whimpered, crying out dirty things that he obviously enjoyed as he feasted on me even more enthusiastically than before. Climbing higher and higher, I watched as he was stroking his beautiful cock and, unable to help myself, I leaned forward, but not as much as I needed to get him in my mouth. Letting go of himself, his hands gripped my hips down strongly to keep me in place.

Wanting to bring him the bliss the way he was bringing me, I licked my hand and held him, fondling him. Talking to him, I stroked him. His hardness was growing thicker and harder in my hand. Sweat sheathed our bodies. I couldn’t seem to delay the reaction in my body. Everything was tightening. Every inch of my skin was tight and hot, warm pleasure coiling tightly deep in my stomach.

“
Oh God! John. John. John.
”
His name was an incantation as he took my body higher and I screamed in pleasure. My body was shuddering and bucking against his face as a tide of pleasure hit me. My eyes shut tightly.

My orgasm was so powerful and breathtaking my ears buzzed and my body quivered. I opened my eyes just in time to see his own release spurt over my hand, his own body bucking up, milking every bit of pleasure. Gently, I slithered off his face, his hands around my thighs holding me still and close to him, the stubble on his face slightly scratching my skin. Breathing in the musky scent of sex in the room, I relaxed my head on his washboard abs. The room was quiet; the only thing I could hear was the sound of my heart rate slowing down from a heavy pounding to a steady beat and our hard breathing filling our space as we caught our breath.