Free Skin Tight (Skin Deep #4) by J. M. Stone

set it on the nightstand beside the bed before I stood and started playing with the hem of my shirt. “Maybe you should strip,” I told him softly, slowly edging the bottom of my shirt up over my stomach.
    His eyes darkened, watching every move of my hands. He rose from the bed and pulled his shirt off in one fluid movement, his gaze never wavering from mine. He tossed it to the floor and unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, unzipping them with the other, then hooked his fingers in the waistband and shoved them off, kicking them away.
    His erection sprang free of the confining denim to stand proudly at attention, every thick, velvety-steel inch of him beckoning my touch. Instead of reaching for him like I wanted, I quickly divested myself of my clothes until we were both standing naked on opposite sides of the bed.
    I grabbed the massager and slid the cuff on my wrist, then fixed the finger pads to my middle and forefingers.
    Ian put one knee on the bed, but I stopped him with a quick shake of my head, crooking a finger at him to call him to me. He sauntered over, his hand sliding down his rock hard abs to curl over the gorgeous length jutting from his body, stroking it slowly. My lips tipped up in a smile and I watched his eyes darken even more when I slid to my knees on the floor in front of him.
    “Leah,” he breathed, his voice low and deep, thick with desire.
    With my free hand, I pushed his fingers away, leaning in and capturing the head of him in my lips, rubbing my tongue over the ridge on the underside of his cock, eliciting a rough groan from him. I dropped my hand to my wrist and thumbed on the vibration, the pads on my fingertips thrumming to life.
    I returned my free hand to the base of him, wrapping my fingers firmly around his girth, and brought my other hand up, lightly tracing the vibrating pads up and down his hardened length as I continued to suck and tongue the knobbed head of him. He jerked at the first touch of them on that ultra-sensitive skin, unconsciously feeding more of his cock into my mouth and I sucked harder, making him moan louder.
    I took him deeper, my jaw stretching wide to accommodate the largeness of him, breathing through my nose as I fought my gag reflex until he was touching the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, making him twitch and jerk against my lips, his breathing harsh in the silence. His hands lifted and fisted in my hair, one on either side of my head, holding me in place for just a moment longer before he tugged gently, pulling me back and slipping out of my mouth.
    I made a sound of protest in my throat and pushed forward again, the slight sting of his fingers tangling in my hair sending a thrill down my spine. I set a rhythm, sliding him in and out of my mouth, using my free hand to follow my mouth and stroke him, twisting my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked the swollen head, moaning at the salty-sweet tang of precum on my tongue and drowning in the intoxicating, all male, musky scent of him.
    He gasped my name and I cut my eyes up, watching him through my lashes, his eyes blazing into mine. “Touch yourself, baby,” he whispered.
    I complied, sliding the two fingers tipped with the soft vibrating pads down my body and into my cleft, moaning against Ian’s skin as they skimmed over my clit, through the copious moisture gathered between my thighs, dripping down the inside of them.
    His breath hissed out between his teeth as he watched, his hips taking up the rhythm I’d set, thrusting against my mouth. It wasn’t long until I was squirming against my own fingers, the pulse of the small buds rippling through me, pushing me closer and closer to that razor edge of ecstasy. I could tell that Ian was getting close, as well, his hips beginning to thrust wildly, his hands tightening more and more in my hair. I dragged my fingers back up over my clit, shuddering at the sensation, but not allowing myself to finish.
    I had other plans for those fingers at the