Read Pushing Her Buttons for Free Online

Four
    Tuesday
     
    We woke up late the next morning, still tangled together in the soft nest of his bed. I felt wonderful, like I’d slept for a year. I hadn’t slept that deeply in…well, I couldn’t recall.
    He rose up over me and settled his hot mouth on mine. He tasted wonderful, his breath addictive.
    “Good morning,” he rumbled through the kiss.
    “Mmm.” Apparently I was incapable of forming a coherent response.
    And then I was incapable of forming a coherent thought. Because his mouth nibbled and sucked its way across my cheek and over to my ear and then down my neck. Delicious shivers and shimmers sparkled through my body. My nipples peaked, my clit tingled. I arched into him.
    He continued grazing at that tender flesh as his hand teased its way from my shoulders to the swell of my breast. His clever fingers found and plagued a puckered nipple.
    “Umm,” he murmured against my skin. The growl sent a wave of hunger and delight sluicing through me. “Do you like that?”
    “Yes.” A warbled pant.
    “Then you might like this too.” He licked his way to my other breast.
    Yes. I was probably going to like it.
    He sucked the tip and a shaft of pure bliss shot straight from my tits to my cunny.
    “Oh God.” I wiggled my hips, trying to encourage him to do it again, but he didn’t. He just teased. Around and around and around my aching engorged nipple until I wanted to scream. “Please.”
    His response was immediate. Immediate and brutal and damn exquisite. He sucked one nipple—hard—as he pinched the other.
    He chuckled at the way I howled. “You like that,” he said. “A little rough.”
    When I whimpered in reply, he did it again.
    Hell. He could have done that all day. But… “I have to go to work.”
    He glanced up at me. A mischievous smile quirked his beautiful lips. “Yes. You do.”
    But he didn’t stop his delicious torment. He splayed his palm across my belly, exploring and delighting me with his direction. Because it was down.
    He was going down. I spread my legs as he neared. He chuckled again.
    I felt his breath first. It was warm and soft and riffled through downy tufts. He skimmed over my pubis, just raking me with a hint of sensation. I wanted more. I wanted him to rub deeper, slip into me, take me, possess me. But he didn’t.
    He toyed with me, taunted me, teased me. His tongue began a dance on the outer lips. A swipe, a lick and a dab. Every so often it would slip a little deeper, nudge at my throbbing button. But then—when I was almost there, when I could just grasp my elation—he would withdraw and start again from the beginning.
    I planted my feet on the bed and tried to thrust up into him but that only made him withdraw farther.
    “Put your ass back on the bed.” He pressed gently at my hips. When I complied, he nodded. “Open your legs, like this.”
    He arranged me so I was splayed before him. Shivers of anticipation racked me. Excitement raged. When I squeezed my cunt walls against it, a bit of that excitement oozed out, dampening me still further.
    “Now.” He glanced up at my face. “Do not move. Not an inch. Do you understand?”
    I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
    His evil smile should have warned me. But I was too far gone for logic. Also, he was lowering his head again. I was focused on that.
    He drew a finger across my tender slit, starting at the top and dancing all the way to the very back. “You’re wet.” It sounded like an accusation.
    “Yes.” God . “When are you going to fuck me?”
    His only response was a dark chuckle. His tongue followed his finger’s path.
    Desperate for more, I lifted my hips. I had to. His response was a quick, short slap to my pussy. It was hard and hot and right over the mound that so craved his touch.
    Little shivers of pre-orgasm scuttled through me and I groaned out loud. “Yessss.”
    He followed the smack with a kiss. Long and slow and sweet. Then he nuzzled in and did what I had wanted him to do for so long. He took