Midnight Sins by Lora Leigh Page A

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    stomach, moving up to the tight bud mound of her
    breast as his lips reached her lower belly. His fingers
    clenched at her hips, a groan rumbling in his throat as
    she found her nipple with her fingers, pinched it,
    rolling it delicately as several panting cries left her
    lips.
    His lips brushed against a hip bone, went lower,
    moved in closer, until they were poised over the
    straining bud of her clit. Glistening with moisture,
    swollen, peeking past the folds of her pussy, the little
    bundle of nerves begged for his touch.
    Cami could only watch.
    Just watch. And wait in agonized anticipation for
    the touch of his wicked mouth.
    His tongue licked over the slick, bare flesh of her
    pussy. If they ever had a next time, then she would pay
    him back for the weakness invading her limbs and the
    lack of control she had over the hunger tormenting
    her.
    “What are you waiting for?” She moaned,
    prepared to beg if that was what he wanted,
    demanded that she do.
    “What do you want?” His tongue peeked out,
    touched his bottom lip, then retreated back inside his
    mouth teasingly. It was his tongue, his lips, his hungry
    suckling mouth on her clit that she was dying for.
    “Your tongue.” He knew exactly what she wanted.
    “Your lips,” she all but begged. “Your tongue. Suck my
    pussy, Rafer.” Her free hand was in his hair and she
    had no idea how it made it there. “Lick it all over like
    you promised.”
    Her fingers buried themselves in the hair at the
    back of his head, her hips shifting, tilting as she
    pressed him to her. She all but tried to drag his lips to
    her flesh.
    Her lips parted, the erotic, hungry impulses
    surging through her turning her into the woman she
    had glimpsed only three other times. Every time Rafe
    had touched her. Every time he had taken her.
    “Lick my pussy, Rafer,” she all but begged. “Fuck
    it. I want to feel your tongue—” She arched, the breath
    leaving her lungs in a rush of pleasure and excitement
    as his head lowered and his lips surrounded her clit.
    Every muscle tightened in her body as pleasure
    screamed through her senses.
    His tongue licked around it, sensation curling,
    burning around the small knot of nerves as her thighs
    widened, further, her hips tilting higher.
    Oh, yes. She needed this. She dreamed of this
    and she ached for it. Every night since she had been
    old enough to understand the effect Rafe had on her,
    she had dreamed of his touch.
    She couldn’t remember a time that she hadn’t
    wanted him in one way or the other.
    “Yes,” she breathed out roughly, involuntarily as
    electric pleasure crashed through her system.
    His tongue rubbed along the over-sensitive
    nubbin as she watched, his lips pursing over it and
    giving it a firm, burning kiss.
    Sensation flashed through her, surging from that
    caress to torment her body and pull a desperate
    moan from her lips.
    He kissed her again, pursing his lips over her clit,
    drawing it to him, sucking it into the heat of his mouth
    as Cami felt the need, the burning tension, tightening
    with sensual agony.
    Another broken moan left her lips as she felt the
    slick presence of her juices spilling from her cunt in a
    heated rush.
    This time, his fingers were there to catch the slick
    essence, to ease it lower. His tongue began licking,
    stroking, moving steadily to the flexing entrance of her
    pussy as she arched, her hips writhing against the
    kiss.
    She could feel the imperative need beginning to
    tighten between them.
    He had been like this before, she thought. They
    both had. Fighting for patience, fighting to make it
    last, because they both knew it couldn’t last forever.
    Because Cami knew it wasn’t something she could
    keep.Patience was eroded by the need building
    between them with furious demand.
    As his tongue reached the vulnerable entrance to
    her vagina, she felt him lose the fine edge of his
    patience. Rather than licking and teasing, his tongue
    suddenly plunged inside her, into the