Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 404

I moved closer. My arm settled around her waist, and I closed my eyes, and the warmth of her seeped through the thin cotton of her pajamas. She smelled of her shower, something floral, and beneath it the clean scent of her skin, and I did not expect how much holding her would affect me until it did.

My cock stirred against the fabric of my pajamas, lengthening, thickening, until I was fully hard and pressed against the soft curve of her ass. The heat of her body came through the cloth, and made my mouth go dry.

I swallowed and pulled my hand away, easing back to my side of the bed.

I would not touch her. I repeated it to myself like a prayer. This pull, this attraction, whatever it was, I would fight it. I had spent too long building the walls of my life to let a woman knock them down with a smile and a pair of hips.

My breathing had gone ragged, and I was fighting to steady it when she turned.

Our eyes met in the dim light. I wanted to get off the bed, to kick her out, to do anything but lie here with her looking at me like that. But my body refused to move. I lay there and stared at her, unable to look away. Even in the half-dark she was beautiful, her eyes dark pools, her lips parted, and she did not move either. She watched me with the same stillness, patient as a cat, until I could not take it anymore.

I leaned forward and kissed her.

She did not pull away. She kissed me back, and the world went quiet.

She was already wet, her pussy slick and swollen, her lips parted and gleaming, and my mouth watered at the sight of her. I spread her open with my fingers, watching the slick cling between us, and lowered my mouth to her. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue, and she cried out, a broken, breathy sound that filled the room.

Her thighs tightened around my head, her fingers twisted in my hair, and I licked her slowly, deeply, tasting her, drinking her, dragging my tongue through her slick folds and back up to that tight bundle of nerves, over and over, until she was shaking beneath me like a leaf in a storm.

The sounds she made undid me. Small, desperate moans. Her hips rolling against my mouth. I sucked her harder, curling my tongue against her clit and sliding two fingers into her, curling them against that rough spot inside her, and she shattered, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she came with a long, keening cry, flooding my mouth, and I drank her through it, lapping at her until the tremors faded and she lay limp and panting beneath me.