Soaring on Love - Page 54

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“I think I like the sound of that.”

Roth made his way down her body, pushing her dress to her hips and exposing the black lace panties she wore. Her butt cheeks peeked from under the material. The sight was arousing as hell.

Dipping forward, he placed a kiss to her lower back. Tressa shivered, then moaned a low hum of delight. The sound made him all the more eager to please her. “You like that, I see.”

“I like it anytime you touch me.”

A confident smile spread across his face as he slid her panties down her legs and over the sparkly black stilettos she wore. Those stayed on. Starting at her lower back, he dragged an unhurried finger across the dip, along the split of her buttocks and to her core.

Tressa squirmed when he teased her with a bent finger, gliding his knuckle up and down her clit. She moved her hips in sync with the movement of his finger.

“Faster, Roth.”

Instead of doing what she requested, he stopped.

“Nooo. What are you—”

She drew in a sharp breath when he slid his thumb inside her canal and moved it in and out of her. Slowly at first, then faster. Tressa rode his finger, her ass bouncing in his face. He smacked one cheek, then the other, causing her to purr.

“You’re so damn wet I could swim inside you,” he said.

“I…I told you I like your touch.”

“Oh, I’m going to be doing a lot of touching, teasing, tasting. I might drown tonight.”

“I’ll give you mouth-to-mouth.”

Shit. He couldn’t take this. Yanking his finger out of her, he climbed off the table and brought Tressa with him. “Let’s get rid of this,” he said, pulling the dress over her head and slinging it off to the side. Taking a step back, he admired her gorgeous body and thought about the sinful things he was about to do to it. His tongue glided across his bottom lip.

Tressa smirked. “You like what you see?”

“Love what I see.” He motioned with his head. “Come here.” Tressa glided toward him like a runway model. When they stood toe-to-toe, he said, “Kiss me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. Their tongues fought a passionate battle. He walked her back until her body was pinned against the pool table. Lifting her, he placed her on the edge. Breaking their kiss, he said, “Lean back, but not all the way.”

Once Tressa had propped herself up, Roth dipped forward and kissed her collarbone, then dragged his tongue down the column of her neck. Working his way down her torso, he sucked one of her hardened nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra.

“Roth, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Make love to me. Make love to me now. Please.”

Hearing her beg for him made him throb even harder. Whether she knew it or not, he was inflicting as much glorious torture on himself as he was on her. “Soon, baby. I promise.” The reassurance was for them both.

Removing her bra, Roth pushed her ample breasts together and pulled both nipples into his mouth at once. He urged Tressa back, until her entire body was stretched out on the pool table. “Bend your knees.” She did. “Now, spread yourself open for me.”

Instead of her hand going directly between her legs, she put on a show for him. She started from her shoulders and slowly glided her finger down, teasing her own nipples along the way. He massaged himself through his pants, a primal sound rumbling in his chest.

Her hands continued their descent. When she spread her glistening lips, she dipped the tip of her finger inside herself, pulled it out and circled her wet index finger around her bead.

Roth intervened. “No. That’s all mine.”

“But I want you to watch me come.”

“I want to make you come.”

With that, he leaned forward, hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her heat to him. Tressa’s cries tore through the room the second his mouth touched her. He twirled his tongue around her clit, savoring the divine taste of her essence. Tressa held his head in place with her hands and ground against him.


Her labored breathing told him she was close to exploding. When he suckled her clit, she fell apart. She slapped her hands against the table, her nails dragging across the fabric. Her back arched and her body bucked. He didn’t pull away until Tressa’s body had relaxed. In a flash, he was out of his clothes and into a condom. Joining Tressa, he rested her legs on his shoulders, leaned forward and drove inside her.

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