Bring the Heat Margot Radcliffe (classic romance novels TXT) 📖

“Are you going to share them?”

“Wetter,” he told her, then disengaged her hand and brought it to his mouth, where he licked her palm in an erotic motion, tickling and making sure to moisten the whole area. She sucked in a breath herself.

He put her hand back on his dick and sighed, then took her other hand and fastened it on his root, where the crimpy hair there tickled her skin. “Just hold that there, squeezing if you want.”

She nodded against his back, kissing the top of his spine as she moved her hands again, the going easier now that her hand was wet. He liked it, too, the muted sounds he was making heating her from the inside.

“Harder,” he instructed, then squeezed his hand over hers again to show her just how much pressure she should exert.

“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” she asked, moving her hand up and down like he’d shown her.

“Positive,” he gasped, his hips nearly bucking her hold off him. “It feels fucking amazing, Molly. You could give up a career in engineering and just become a professor of hand jobs.”

“You told me what to do,” she laughed, stroking him harder and harder as he squirmed against her, his back to her chest. She wondered if her hard nipples pressed against his back were driving him as crazy as they were her. She was so wet, so ready for him to turn around and take her, but she loved this, too. Absolutely loved being able to give him pleasure, to make him happy. He’d done so much for her by giving her this escape. She wasn’t in the habit of thanking people with hand jobs, but in this instance she was more than happy to do it.

“The position was your idea,” he pointed out, a little breathless. “And that made all the damned difference.”

She pressed an openmouthed kiss to the ridged edge of his shoulder blade and let her hips move in time to his. It was so weird being behind a guy this way but it made her so hot, too; this was a power position. He was in her arms, she was giving him pleasure, it was new, it was delicious, it was a little dirty.

“Molly,” he groaned when she pulled what she thought was too hard. “Faster, please.”

She granted his request immediately, her fist flying over his erection, the pre-come leaking out, slicking her hand right up making it so smooth, so easy. Then he was bucking against her wildly grunting her name over and over again. “Move away or I’m going to come all over your hand,” he warned, but she kept going. Wanted him on her, and when he went, she angled him up so he’d land on his own chest, but most of it caught on her hands, the milky white liquid coating her fingers as she continued to slowly bring him down, reveling in his little shudders against her.

“I never got to feel those when we had sex when we were younger,” she told him, her voice hushed. “You were always above me or behind me and I never got to feel your whole body come.”

He turned in her arms then, his eyes hot when they met hers. “Did you like it?”

She nodded. “It was nice to feel what I did to you.”

That darkened his gaze even more and then it went positively black when she lifted her dripping hand to her mouth and sucked every bit of him off her fingers and hand, ending with the thumb in a smacking sound.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice low and gruff and barely audible. “Get on the fucking bed right now, Molly. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you just did that. Am I supposed to be a goddamn saint?”

Apparently playtime was over.

“What?” she asked innocently. “No one’s ever eaten your come before?”

He tilted his head to the side as if he was tense and stretching before a battle. “Not like that, and I hope to see you do it again sometime.”

“I promise,” she told him.

“Good,” he said shortly. “Now get on the bed like I just told you to.”

He barely gave her time to scramble over to the blue duvet before he was on her.

“You have learned some new things since last time, Molly,” he said, stalking up her body on his hands and knees. He drew a fingertip through her dripping wetness. “I’ve never been a jealous man before, but I want to erase the memory of every person who’s seen you this way,” he told her, sinking down to suck a nipple into his mouth.

She arched against him as he pulled, his teeth grazing the very tip, pressing down to tease, tugging hard enough to tantalize. Her body was bellowing with want; getting him off was an extreme pleasure but had also made her desperate for him, for just his touch. He was still too far away and she wanted the weight of him against her, the roaring heat and power of his body, the smooth feel of his skin.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Molly breathed in a frenzied rush.

He shifted his head so he could meet her eyes, her nipple still buried in his mouth before he let it drop, and answered, “That’s too bad, because I just came really fucking hard and I could spend an entire hour going down on you before I need to come again. Guess you didn’t think about that before you had your way with me.”

Her eyes closed because he was such an ass, but she liked it. She also could see as well as he could that he was already hard as a rock again and ready to go. He was just living to tease her.

So she raised her arm and tapped at her smartwatch.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes narrowed as he dropped kisses down her abdomen to her mound.

“Setting my timer for an hour so I know how long to keep you