Read For Authentication Purposes Online
Authors: Amber L. Johnson
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Romantic Comedy
He was in front of me before I had the opportunity to finish my rambling, gazing down at my mouth as I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying anything stupid.
“Why do you do that?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Come up with excuses that don’t matter.”
“I’m not.”
In one swift second his lips were on mine, urging me to kiss him back and allow his tongue into my mouth. I had no resistance to him, so I fisted his shirt and pulled him closer.
“I promised you that it would happen this weekend.” His hot breath ran across my lips.
“But . . .”
“You want it.” He said it like he meant it.
“You don’t have to . . .”
“Take your clothes off, Bunny.”
My chest flushed red as I opened my eyes and stared up at his, hovering above my own just millimeters away. “You take them off.”
He didn’t need any more invitation. Spinning me around and pinning me to his chest, he walked me backward to his bedroom where he kicked the door closed with his foot before stopping at the end of his bed. He released me slowly then leaned in to kiss me again. He was soft lips and firm pressure, wet tongue and the smallest amount of scruff. It was making my lips feel swollen and puffy already. Nibbling on my lower one, he angled his hips up against me, and I sighed, flicking my tongue out to taste his skin.
His hands roamed lower to my pants and he tugged, pulled, and shimmied the denim down until I could step out of them with ease. Pulling my shirt above my head, his greedy eyes took in every new inch of my exposed skin. A quick snap of his fingers and my bra was swinging down to my elbows. He let out an appreciative breath.
“Crawl up and lie on the pillows, baby. I want to see you.” His voice had dropped to a low, gruff rumble. I felt it reverberate through my chest, causing my nipples to harden and my knees to shiver. Doing as I was told, I slid backward on his rumpled sheets and lay down on the bed. Without looking away from my body, he made quick work of dropping his pants and shedding his socks and shoes.
Licking my lips, I fisted the comforter when his hand went over his shoulder and he pulled his shirt off in that unknowing and sexy way that guys sometimes do. I was nervous. I was breathless. I was confused as shit.
How had I come to be so damn attracted to Warner Green?
Settling on his knees, he leaned toward me on the mattress and rested his hands along my calves. His face had a look on it I’d never seen before, and it made my heart flutter in my chest. He looked genuinely enthralled with me. Perhaps it was something he had been taught? Ugh. I needed to not think about that kind of shit and focus.
Focus.
Focus on his head descending to kiss the tops of both feet before he kissed inch by inch up my left leg starting at the ankle. He caressed the other side of my leg, his lips on my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I took in a shuddering breath and watched, awestruck as he raised himself up to press a sweet kiss to my knee. Then the inside of my thigh. And higher.
“What would he say?” Warner asked from somewhere below my belly button.
“Huh? Who? What would who say?” I leaned up a little on my elbows, trying to focus on his face as it nudged my thigh to shift and widen the space between my legs.
His nose traced the tendon there, and I jumped a little at the sensation. Licking a straight line across it, he placed a soft kiss at the end when his lips met mine. “Your story guy. What would he say in your book?” His tongue flicked out again to run over the outside of my labia. I moaned and moved my palms to the top of my thighs, scratching along the skin there.
“I don’t know.” I was gasping when he pressed a firm kiss to my soft skin.
“Sure you do, baby. What would the words be that he would use to seduce her?”
“No words.” I shook as his tongue delved in to spread me open. “Oh God. No words.”
His strong hands played over the inside of my thighs, his light touches causing an eruption of gooseflesh to appear as he lapped a slow circle around my clit but didn’t touch it. “Would he say, ‘Your pussy tastes divine’?”
“No . . . guh.” I struggled, trying my hardest not to close my thighs on his head.
“Hmm.” His voice vibrated against my opening. He dropped his hands to below his chin, his thumbs playing along the lower half of my entrance. Changing his rhythm, he sucked once, long and slow on my clit, making my hips lift off the bed and shift hard into his face. “Would he say that he’s never, ever tasted a wetter pussy and that he’s dying to get inside you—I mean, inside her?”
My head pressed into the pillow, and I shook under him as he lifted his eyes to sear into mine. I was caught in the moment staring right at him, his mouth soft and red, chin shiny with my juices, and a wicked smile on his face. I was so enraptured with how gorgeous he looked that I didn’t even notice he’d moved two fingers against me. With one fluid motion, they entered me and my back arched toward the ceiling as I let out a loud moan.
His face lowered to bury his mouth between my thighs again and, working in tandem with his digits, he licked and sucked and pulled me right to the edge of orgasm. I was wound tight and fighting to let go. To grip his soft hair in my fingers. To concentrate on how good it all felt.
Warner’s mouth was writing sonnets to my pussy and at the moment, he was fucking Shakespeare.
My thighs were splayed open and wide, my knees bouncing against the mattress as he maneuvered his fingers around, twisting them so slow and then tapping against my G-spot relentlessly. “Warner!” It was a shout while I was writhing against the bed and struggling to breathe. “So good. Oh God . . .” My voice sounded foreign, like it was far away and four octaves deeper.
I’d obtained Sailor Voice. Hey, sailor.
“I just love watching you come, baby,” he whispered before kissing my pelvis once. Never losing his rhythm, he shifted his upper body above me. Still working his fingers and adding his thumb to my clit as it vibrated back and forth, his touch was steady and unwavering. “Will you say my name? Huh? It’s my fingers in that pussy, right?”
“Yes.” I felt the edges of my orgasm tightening into a concentrated knot right where his fingers were tapping inside me. My shoulders left the mattress, and I surged upward, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kissed him hard. The orgasm was intense and I sucked in a loud breath as my mouth fell open against his. “Jesus . . .” I felt my body rock forward again. “Warner . . .”
“I love it when you say my name.” His mouth attacked mine as his fingers continued to move inside me. “You should say it every time you come.” Another kiss. “Every. Time.”
I nodded, unable to speak as his fingers still slipped in and around my pulsing center.
His lips trailed along my neck, and he pushed me back a little to lie down as he made his way to my breasts. “Would he tell her that she has the most exquisite breasts he’s ever had in his mouth?” I felt his lips wrap around one nipple, and he sucked a little before capturing it in his teeth and tugging.
I was only capable of making consonant sounds at that point, and it was a steady stream of, “Hhhhhhh.” I sounded like a deflating tire. Unable to make sense, I tried to look at his face. When my eyes found his, under those dark lashes and beneath those wicked eyebrows, I had to look away. It was too intense.
Wet trails were made up my stomach as his fingers crept higher along my ribs and under my breasts to capture them in his palms. Working them, he squeezed and kneaded between flicks of his tongue to my nipples. I whined, and he smiled, applying more pressure to make me squirm.
My hands flailed, helpless as I succumbed to the pleasure and allowed my eyes to close, the image of his face in that moment searing into my brain.
I felt his lips on my neck and opened my lids as his face met mine, forehead to forehead, his knees between my thighs. This was it. I was gonna have sex with Warner Green.
“Would he tell her that he’s always been in love with her and that he’s so glad she waited for him to come back?” His mouth was open just a little, his eyes shining as they gazed down on my flushed cheeks.
I shook my head a tiny bit. “No. He wouldn’t.”
His arched a seductive eyebrow. “Then what would he say?”
My fingers slid up the side of his face, and I let them splay open on his cheeks. “He’d say, ‘I want to fuck you senseless, Dawn Sims.’ ”
Warner’s pupils enlarged, and he breathed out a ragged breath through flared nostrils. “Smart man.” In a flash, he was gone, and I sat up to see where he was.
He turned and held it up the packet for me to see. “It will last longer this way. Did you want to do the honors?”
Staring at his pretty cock, I shook my head. Strong fingers ripped the package, rolling the condom on and covering his shaft all the way. With a sly smile on his face, he was back on the bed, crawling toward me as I rested my head against the pillows again. He spread my legs open and placed my knees on each side of his hips. Leaning forward, he kissed me again, letting his tongue trail over my bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth.
My heart was racing, and my mind was spinning as I held on to his shoulders. He was firm and strong beneath my fingertips, and I couldn’t help but flex my digits and squeeze him to remind myself that it was all real. His lips never left mine as I felt his hand move between us, his fingers sliding between my lips once more before he nudged the tip of his cock to my pussy. It pressed there for a moment as he tested to see if I was ready. Dipping forward, the head nestled against my entrance, and I shifted my hips up to try to let him know it was okay.
With aching slowness, he tilted forward, and I swear I could feel every last inch advancing inside me, stretching me open to accommodate his length and girth. Eyes flying open, I watched his face, and my whole body tightened under his stare. His face was etched in concentration, and it looked like he was trying his best to hold himself together but was having trouble with it. The vein on his forehead was bulging, and his neck was pulled taut, strands of his hair hanging in his eyes.
His lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear him, the experience between my legs overriding everything else in that moment. Sliding out a little, he exhaled one long breath and pushed back in all the way.
I pressed my lips together and swallowed the squeak that was lodged in my throat. He let out a whispered “Jesus,” before a full body tremor rolled through his frame, causing his arms and stomach to flex. Ever so gently, he ran his chin against my cheek and exhaled into my ear. “It’s better than I ever imagined.”
Happiness surged through me, and I allowed myself to breathe, moaning out his name as he rocked back and into me for the first time. Shifting my hips upward to each of his downward thrusts, I gripped his shoulder blades and concentrated on the feel of his stomach against mine. The amazing friction caused by his chest against my breasts. His hands roaming the outside of my thighs to press them closer to his waist, urging me to wrap my legs around him and hold on.
“God, I wish I could feel how wet you are right now, baby. On my cock.” He laughed low and soft. “It’s for the best. I don’t want to come too soon.” He placed hot kisses down my neck and my chest before his shoulders rounded. He dipped his face to my breasts, alternating licking and sucking. Then he trailed his way across to attend to each nipple as our lower halves rolled against one another.
Each time he pushed all the way inside, the breath left my body. Each time he moved out, I almost wanted to cry. It was a cacophony of conflicting emotions, making me shiver and shake.
“More.” I was unsure if he understood my mumbled request, but when his mouth sucked harder and his pelvis snapped forward, I knew he heard my plea.
“Like this?” He was thrusting into me, his pelvis hitting my clit.
“God. Yes. No, wait. Yes.” My brain was threatening to fold inward as he lifted up and raised my left leg to hook over his forearm. It was so much deeper, and he’d just changed the angle by nearly forty-five degrees. My answering cry spurred him on, and he licked his lips, looking between us as his cock slid out and then back in with another snap of his hips.
“That’s so sexy, watching my cock disappear in your pussy, baby.” A gentle kiss was applied to the top of my knee as he extended my leg even higher to rest on his shoulder. Another kiss was placed on my ankle as his hand ran up around my calf. “Look for yourself.”
I shifted up on the pillow, fighting against the bliss threatening to leave me immobile. My eyes landed between us, and I moaned, wanton and unashamed, watching his stomach muscles flex. And my thoughts were racing around how hard it would be to put the experience into believable words if I needed to. It was more than mechanics. It was feeling. Sensory. Tactile. So many different things at once that I couldn’t do it justice at all.
“That’s so hot.” I found my voice and answered. The strain in my arms and neck started to take their toll, and I collapsed back onto the pillow, hands on my face and in my hair, pulling and tugging as I became lost in the sensations. “You feel so good, Warner. Don’t ever stop. Please.”
He gasped, and my head snapped up to see his face contort, his mouth falling open as his eyebrows pulled together. “Jesus, Dawn. You can’t . . . shit.” And then his head shook from side to side as he dropped his hand from my leg to my hip and slid it lower again to touch my overheated flesh. He gathered wetness on his fingers, and I felt him move them beneath his balls and between my cheeks as he swirled my back entrance one quick time.