Trust Me by D. T. Jones Page B

blowing his heated breath against the short brown curls between her legs. He didn’t move for several agonizing breaths, he just looked at her, his eyes setting her flesh on fire with a need she had never before felt.
    “So wet.” He gently touched the layer of curls causing her to gasp. “So mine.” She watched him remove her panties, sliding them off first one leg and then the other, replacing her legs across his shoulders. Sandra closed her eyes again, feeling the bed sink under his weight as he stretched out between her legs. The warmth of his tongue began to caress the soft folds of her desire causing her to close her eyes tighter, unable to watch what he was doing. It seems so wrong, but it felt so incredibly right.
    Creighton’s tongue was very skillful dipping into the moisture, his own desire making him growl deeply. The sound vibrated against her heat, causing her to lift her hips up to meet his tongue, seeking a closer contact. She felt the sensations, the swirling insanity as his tongue caressed and tasted the top of her inner folds. She was dizzy and knew something was about to happen, but had no idea at what depth he would take her.
    She moaned again, her legs around his shoulders tightened; her hands clenched the covers of the mattress. The waves of volcanic heat that had been building within her for several long minutes broke free like a damn; her back arched, her hands balling even tighter in the material beneath her and she cried out.
    Creighton was ruthless; he didn’t stop his torturous teasing, his fingers joining the game, rubbing against the small nub his tongue had been playing with, sending her release to a deeper depth. She cried out his name when he gently bit her and sucked the small bud into his mouth. Her hips writhing beneath him and she felt the sting of his finger when he slid one inside her virginal body. She couldn’t stand any more as the passion ripped within her like a tornado. She tried to struggle her hips loose of his grip causing him to chuckle, deep and vibrating against her very sensitive flesh; she was a mass of quivered sensations but he held her down to the mattress, holding her hips prisoner beneath his lavish assault.
    Sandra cried out again, louder, trying to pull away from his incredible tongue, but he continued for several more moments, sliding two fingers inside her, swirling them around and thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace. Quickly, the   need exploded on a much higher plane and she heard herself scream with this new, deeper release. He slowly relented and stopped his torturous tongue lashing, allowing her to settle back against the mattress. She could hardly breathe; her heart was pounding wildly, her lungs heaving heavily as they struggled for air.
    Creighton moved up to lay next to her on the bed, wrapping her tightly in his embrace, her left leg lying across his hip, his right thigh pressing against her wet apex. She could feel the sweat on his chest and arms as her body began to quiet, her breathing slowly returned to a soft pant.
    Several long moments passed before her heartbeat returned to normal and she could think once again. That was possibly the most incredible thing she had ever experienced, she thought, but something deep inside assured her they weren’t finished yet.
    “Still want more?” Creighton asked softly against her ear and she felt his own desire press against her. How could she possibly handle more? But then that word brought with it a new stirring of her imagination. She moved slightly so she could look into his dark eyes and saw the need shining in their depths. Sandra smiled shyly and realized his long fingers were still inside her. The deep desire in his eyes grew more urgent, his gaze holding her prisoner. His fingers moved slowly in and out of her, his thumb caressing the spot that he had been suckling a few moments before. A knowing smile twitched his lips and she couldn’t believe she was feeling it again, so soon,