Jaci Burton by Nauti, wild (Riding The Edge) Page B

this?” He captured her nipple in his mouth again
    and sucked and the rapturous pleasure settled heavy between
    her legs, teasing her, letting her know how damn good it was
    going to be between them.
    “Yes. No. I don’t know.”
    “Or this?” He took her other nipple between his fingers and
    rol ed it. Heat shot to her pussy, making it quiver.
    “Yes. No.”
    He laughed. “Maybe I know what you need.”
    He abandoned her breasts and kissed her rib cage again,
    moving down to her bel y, and lower. When he settled himself
    on the floor, then dragged her butt to the edge of the bed, she
    raised her head, wishing now for the light so she could see
    what he was doing—what he might do.
    But she could only imagine, could only feel his breath
    against her thigh, his fingers parting her thighs, his hair
    brushing her skin. He dragged her panties slowly down her
    quivering legs, his hands moving over her calves, her knees,
    her thighs as he drew out the agony even longer.
    And then she felt it—a light touch along her inner thigh. Hot,
    wet, she thought she had imagined it, but there it was again,
    and she knew it was his tongue, creeping ever closer to her—
    Oh, God. He laid his tongue on her, and then licked along

    her pussy. Then there was definitely no mistake. It was real,
    and she was drowning in sensation—the most pleasurable,
    soaking sensation she’d ever felt. He gripped her hips and
    buried his face in her pussy, licking her like he was dying of
    thirst.
    And she absorbed every lash of his tongue like she had
    never been licked before. Though she had—but not like this
    —not by a man who knew exactly what he was doing, who did
    it for her pleasure and her pleasure alone. She had waited so
    long for this. They had danced around each other, teasing,
    tormenting, and now that he was exactly where she wanted
    him, the floodgates had opened. His mouth and his tongue did
    the devil’s work on her clit and pussy—relentlessly stroking,
    licking, nibbling—giving her no time to think, to breathe, to
    process. She gripped the sheets in her hands and held on, but
    knew she had no hope of lasting. It was too good, too wet, and
    she was going to come.
    “Rick.”
    That was al she could say before she lifted her hips and fed
    him her pussy. And shattered.
    Her orgasm was like a runaway train. She had no control
    over her wild response that took her completely over the edge.
    Rick’s fingers dug into her hips and held on while she bucked
    against him in a frenzy of pleasure. It had been so long . . . so
    long, and she rode this one out like holding on to a precious
    gift she might never receive again.
    Even after it was over she stil felt tiny quakes of sensation,
    pinpricks of pleasure that seemed to never stop. When Rick
    kissed her thighs and her bel y, she smiled, certain she’d

    never been so content.
    And they weren’t even close to being finished. They had just
    started.
    Rick moved away from her. The loss of his body contact
    against her made her feel chil ed. She lifted up to a sitting
    position and wrapped her arms around her legs. She could
    make out his form in the darkness as he stood at the edge of
    the bed.
    She heard his belt buckle, then a zipper.
    “How about some light?” she asked.
    He leaned over and flipped the switch on the nightstand.
    Ava blinked, forcing her eyes to adjust to the sudden light.
    Rick stood in front of her, bare-chested, his jeans unzipped
    al the way. She swal owed—or tried to—but found nothing to
    coat her throat.
    Da-yum. The man before her was a god, pure and simple.
    Tal , wel muscled, bronzed, and gorgeous, with the kind of
    wicked smile that could make a woman hope and pray that he
    was thinking about her. Her gaze traveled down his chest, the
    wal of muscle at his abdomen, to the dark line of hair that led
    down to the hidden place where his jeans lay open.
    How did she get so lucky to land a guy like this? Rock hard
    and sex on two legs.
    She wasn’t about