Pushing Limits by Kali Cross Page A

pins me with a single
one of his, saying, “I guess you wanna play, huh?” 
    I bite my lip, smiling, and nod.  His mouth curves into a sly grin
as he positions himself over my lips, teasing me with kisses and tiny
licks.  His velvet tongue sensuously trails a path along my lower
lip.  The heat emanating from his body is only making me wetter. 
Squirming under him, hoping to get him to move, the huskiness in my voice
surprises me as I plead, “Come.  Here.”
    “Oh, no, Darlin’.  See I’m not a wham-bam,-thank-you-ma’am kind a
guy.”  His blue eyes caress my body.  “I like to take my time.” 
His hand slides down my body as he murmurs, “The slow southern way.”  His
blue eyes lock with mine as his hand grazes my chin.  “Now you‘ve tried to
test my resolve, and I’ve let you…a little…but now?  We’re gonna take this
nice and slow.  I want to see your face when you come while I eat that sweet
little pussy, and fuck you…hard.  This ain’t no sprint, it’s a marathon so
you settle your ass right down.  I’m takin’ my time here.”  My eyes
widen.   Damn.   His cocky smile makes my core tighten and my
aching need ramps up, but I do as he asks.  I lie still eager for him to
fulfill his promise.
    “That’s better.  Now let’s see what we have here.”  His hand
slides down my face, skimming down the center of my neck and continuing its
journey.  His hand stops on my breast, kneading it, murmuring, “Beautiful”
as he glides his thumb over my nipple.  Growling his appreciation as my
nub peeks out of one of the strategic cuts in my t-shirt.  “Well, ain’t
that sweet.  It wants to come out and play.”
    I huff my disappointment as he continues his passage down to my skirt,
pulling it up to look underneath, his fingers sliding over my cleft.  I
gasp.  His brow cocks, as his lips curve into a filthy grin.  In a
slow southern drawl, he says, “Well, darlin’, these are gonna have to go. 
They’re all wet.”  Lifting his finger to his lips, his eyes blaze down at
me as he sucks on his finger murmuring, “sweet.” 
    His hand travels down the inside of my thigh, using his fingers to make
deliberate circles along my inner thighs only to circle around to the back my
knee, tickling it with his fingertip.   My body sparks and tingles
after his fingers continue on their journey.  He crosses to my other side,
and his hand moves up my leg, repeating the same slow progress and sending
shocks to my clit along the way.  His finger drifts through my moist
cleft.  Dragging his hand lightly up my abdomen, he grazes my other nipple
with his rough thumb, forcing it to pucker and stand at attention. 
    Pulling his hand to his chin, he strokes his light beard as he says, “So
where should I explore first?”  His devilish grin sends shocks down to my
bundle of nerves signaling me to send him down there immediately. 
    I arch my back, pulling at my hands in a vain attempt to get lose,
squirming for some contact, a touch, anything.  The firm grip on my hands
is maddening.  “If I can’t move my hands, I can’t touch you.”  I
groan.
     “Pushy, pushy,” he murmurs, nuzzling my earlobe, his breath hot
against it.   Whimpering softly, I turn my head away.  “Oh, is
that what you like?” he whispers, the wisps of air making my heart race as I nod. 
He kisses lazily up my neck, licking with the tip of his tongue at my
earlobe.  My breath hitches, as I raise my chin, anticipating his
attack.  He sucks in my lobe, nipping it.  I groan softly, and my
back arches out of reflex.  “Oh, so you like it rough.”  Panting, I
nod, feeling heat on my cheeks.
    “I aim to please,” he murmurs.  Grazing and nibbling my neck, he
makes his way to my weak spot.  The spot reduces me to a quivering mess,
ready to do anything, ready to give in to whatever is asked.  His wet
mouth closes around my lobe sucking lightly, grazing his teeth over it. 
His hot mouth teases me