I began licking her ni**les in the same rhythmic pattern I wanted to lick her clit, eliciting soft groans and pants from her.
Every little moment with her, watching her discover the pleasure I could give her, was like a small victory. She was giving herself to me. Happiness surged through me. She squirmed, struggling against the mattress, her writhing hips making it difficult for me to give her br**sts the focus they deserved. Even if her head didn’t want my mouth moving south, her entire body disagreed.
Lifting my head from one breast, my eyes met hers. “Are you sure you don’t want me to lick your pu**y?” McKenna squeaked out something unintelligible and I chuckled against her neck. “Let me take care of you.” I trailed my mouth lower, kissing her navel as I moved down her body. “Just a taste,” I whispered against her pubic bone.
Her scent was maddening – purely feminine and entirely too tempting. I wasn’t going to be able to go slow. My mouth closed around her folds and I sucked – hard – against her clit. McKenna’s hips shot off the bed and her hands tugged at my hair. But I didn’t let up. I rubbed my tongue against her until her muscles were trembling and her moans were almost loud enough to wake my brothers. I lifted my head just long enough to give her a pillow. “Here. Scream into this if you need to.”
Her cheeks flushed crimson. “Oh my God. Was I being loud?”
My grin was the only answer she got before I dropped my lips to her sweet flesh again and gave her a gentle kiss. I considered teasing her – pointing out that just fifteen minutes ago this had been on her list of hard limits. And now I was pretty sure it was her new favorite thing. But I kept that piece of knowledge to myself, pride swelling in my chest.
After a few more teasing flicks of my tongue I bit down on her clit, forcing a cry from her lips and the first orgasm to crash through her, her body lightly trembling as she laced her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. I continued licking and softly kissing her as the aftershocks pulsed through her. It was agony knowing how good it would feel to be inside her when she came, her tight little body throbbing around me.
“Knox…,” she groaned, out of breath, “That was….”
“Shh.” I pressed the tip of one finger against her opening, finding her wet and ready. I wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot. I eased my middle finger forward and watched for her reaction. Her eyelids, suddenly heavy, began to fall closed. Inside, her body was hot and silky and never in my life had I appreciated a woman trusting me with her so completely.
Pushing slowly in and out, allowing her to get used to the sensations, I carefully added a second finger. I felt her tense and a brief pinched expression flashed across her features. “Is this okay?” I murmured, kissing her inner thigh.
She nodded tightly.
She might have thought she was ready, but the way she was clamping down on my fingers assured me she needed more time. Knowing I couldn’t take what she was offering tonight, my goal became to see how many times I could make her come.
Using the pad of my thumb, I circled her clit while my fingers continued pumping in and out of her. She clawed at the sheets, pushing her mouth against the pillow, and let out a long shuddering moan as another orgasm wracked her body from the inside out.
Chapter Eleven
McKenna
Blinking open heavy eyelids, I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. I didn’t remember where I was, what day it was, or even my own name. I felt like I had been drugged. I stretched and turned my head and saw Knox’s sleeping form lying next to me. Memories of last night came rushing back with vivid clarity. Knox’s hot mouth on my most sensitive parts, his fingers pumping into me…I shuddered at the memory.
I’d opened up and told Knox my feelings on taking our physical relationship to the next level, and while we hadn’t had sex, it felt like we’d grown closer. I was happy, if not a little dazed by the whole experience.
A quick check of the clock told me it was still early, just after sunrise, and I rolled closer to Knox, snuggling in beside him.
Draping a heavy arm over me, he pulled me tightly against him. “You okay, angel?” His sleep-laced voice was deep and husky.
“I’m fine,” I whispered, breathing in the masculine scent of his chest.
“I’m sorry about last night.”
I rolled onto my side and looked up at him. “Sorry about what?” From my perspective, I should be the one apologizing. He’d pleasured me until I all but passed out from exhaustion and I hadn’t taken care of him at all. A fact I felt a little guilty about.
“Are you sore?” he asked, his eyes like warm molten honey on mine.
I shook my head. At least I didn’t think so.
“I was too rough with you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Memories of him biting me – my ni**les and my clit – rushed back in full force. The press of his fingers roughly pushing into me. Knox thought I’d be upset, but I was relieved to see he hadn’t treated me like a china doll. He’d lost himself in me, which was exactly what I wanted, considering I felt so out of control around him, too. Pressing my palm against his cheek, I returned his kiss. “You bit me,” I said, fighting a smile.
“I know.”
“You said you weren’t into pain.”
“Did it hurt?” The warmth and sincerity in his eyes nearly stole my voice. He was so beautiful, this confusing, troubled man.
“Well, no. Not really.”