Free SomeLikeitHot by Stephanie

picked up on her obvious clues; the way her muscles were so tense, her hips strained to remain still, her breath starting to hitch.

    Little kisses traveled up to the front of her thigh, and then she felt his tongue. The shock of it lapping in such an odd place had her jerking her gaze to see what in the world he was doing. He lapped at small birthmark on her skin, then raised his head, as though aware of her perturbed gaze and shot her a killer grin. “I couldn’t resist. There’s so much of your body that I want to explore,”
    he said and continued to lap.

    “I’ll let you take time to sightsee every part of my body,” she promised weakly. “Later.”

    “But, there’s so much I want to discover now,” he mumbled against her thigh, and she could feel the warm moist puff of air shivering against her skin as he spoke. He licked slowly up her thigh toward her hip while her mingled tension, frustration and desire mounted.

    It was undeniably erotic, but there was a much more needy spot crying out for his attention.
    She wished he’d travel toward her crotch and check out the sights there.

    As though he’d read her mind, he raised his head once more. “I think I’ll move on to another destination now.”
    With his gaze holding hers, he took his index finger and traced an imaginary line from her upper thigh, down the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. Closer and closer to her yearning, hungry core.

    She did her best to hold still, but she couldn’t. What those searing blue eyes promised, and the single tracking finger hinted at, had her pumping her hips helplessly in the grip of desire. She wanted to tell him to hurry, but words seemed to have deserted her. Her only available communication seemed to be a kind of animalistic grunting.

    His finger touched her throbbing hot spot and she added moaning to the grunting.

    Her head fell back and she shut her eyes, focusing all her energies inward, on the rising tide of excitement.

    His finger, after that one brief touch, left her and his tongue tracked the course his finger had taken, from her hip, down the incredibly sensitive crease of flesh at the top of her thighs, to land, finally at her entrance, so hot and wet there could be no mistaking her need. His tongue traced her opening and her body open wider in an unconscious plea for him to fill her.

    But he didn’t.
    “Not yet,” he whispered so softly she barely heard him over her own escalating moans. In the closet she’d had to control herself. Here she didn’t, and knew she couldn’t if she tried.

    His tongue trailed slowly up to the frantically throbbing bud. As the roughness of his tongue slid over the slickly smooth surface, she could feel the warm wave build behind her eyelids.

    She cried out.

    He licked her again, not much more than a flick of the tongue. He seemed to gauge how close she was and was determined to drag out his sensual assault.

    But need was greater than finesse, and she thrust her hips forward against his mouth.
    “Please,” she gasped. “Please!”
    And he, accepting she needed the release now, grabbed her hips and feasted on her.

    Usually she tried to contain her embarrassingly boisterous orgasms, but there was too much free-floating adrenaline, too much coiled tension in search of release, too much desire kindled by this particular man.

    Her body trembled so hard she felt she would tumble to the kitchen floor without his big, strong hands holding her in place. His tongue drove her up mercilessly, exactly the way she needed it and her moans became cries, her cries, sobs, her sobs ululating cries. Finally, as the building wave crested and then it was as if her body had been thrown against the current like a tossed surfer, and she screamed.

    He held her through the mind-blowing intensity of the first explosion and eased her down through the aftershocks as her wail subsided to a final long drawn-out sigh of release.

    But still, there was an unfulfilled ache deep inside