“Thor.”
He raised his head, leaving her breasts bereft, his gaze meeting hers, his lips curving in a smile as if her sexual anguish amused him. “Beautifulandsensitive.”
Then he pressed a kiss to her breastbone and released her wrists, one hand moving to cup her breasts, while the other explored between her thighs, his mouth trailing fire across her throat, her shoulder, her ribcage, her navel. “You’re so wet.”
She was so turned on that it took her a moment to realize what he had in mind. She slid her fingers into his hair to stop him. “No, no. I’ve never really liked that.”
He looked up at her, arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
She’d always felt too self-conscious. “Seriously.”
“Will you give me a chance?” He scooted down the bed, kissed and nipped her inner thighs, soothing the sharp, little bites with his tongue. “Just give me one minute to taste you. Count to sixty. If you’re not into it, I’ll stop.”
He truly wanted to taste her? That was a first.
The thought sent a shiver through her. “Okay.”
“Don’t start counting yet.” He pressed a line of kisses across her lower belly, to the ticklish spot just above her hip bone, making her abdominal muscles tense.
Samantha wasn’t used to this kind of attention. She wasn’t used to having a man so focused onherpleasure. Sure, she had enjoyed sex before, but not like this. Every nerve in her body seemed alive, hypersensitive to his touch, his every caress, even the warmth of his breath as he exhaled against her skin.
“Ready?” He parted her with his fingers, made a sound that was halfway between an exhale and a moan. “Start counting.”
“One…”
He licked her, making her breath catch.
“Two…”
He did it again, a little more firmly this time.
“Threeee…”
He began to torment her in earnest, teasing her clit with slick strokes of his tongue, flicking her, skimming circles over her.
“Oh…” Stunned by the sensation, she forgot to count.
It feltsogood, pleasure shuddering through her, igniting a fire inside her, a burning need for release. The part of her mind that could still think rejected her previous hypothesis that oral sex was no big deal, because, oh,hell, yes, it was.
With Thor, it was.
Then he drew her clit into the heat of his mouth, suckling her just as he’d done with her nipples.
She cried out from the sweet shock of it, arching off the bed, her hands fisting in his thick hair. He threw a strong arm across her hips to hold her still, leaving her no escape, no chance to catch her breath, no choice but to ride it out.
She couldn’t keep her head above water, pleasure engulfing her, overwhelming her, dragging her under. Her breath came in ragged pants now, every exhale a moan, her trembling thighs spread far apart, her knees bent back, her inhibitions utterly gone. Then he pushed two fingers inside her, thrusting into her, stroking that deep ache.
Orgasm washed through her in a savage rush, a tidal wave of bliss, the shock of it tearing a cry from her throat, drowning her in pleasure and leaving her to drift as he finished her with gentle laps of his tongue.
Out of breath, her brain blank, she felt him shift and opened her eyes to find him reaching for a condom. He drew back his foreskin, rolled the condom down his length.
Her pulse skipped to think that his cock would soon be inside her.
He settled himself between her thighs, his gaze meeting hers. “Are you sure?”
God, was she ever. “Yes.”
But how sweet of him to ask.