Page 29 of A Corruption Dark & Deadly
Annie shook her head. “You’re crazy,” she whispered.
“I am,” he agreed. “About you.”
“That doesn’t answer the question,” she said, though her cheeks were still warm from the blush on her face. “Are we boyfriend-girlfriend? Exclusive? I want to know because…” She let her voice trail off. Truth be told, there was no real reason why Annie needed this solved now. There was a good chance she was looking for a reason to show her that this wasn’t going to work. That being intimate with Jericho had caused something inside of her to shift. It was like her heart beat differently now, when she was around him, and she wasn’t sure what that meant or if she even wanted that.
She was scared. And she was looking for a reason to run. Or force Jericho to push her away. It was a coward’s way to end things, but she didn’t feel as though she had any other choice.
This was too much. She was feeling too much and she didn’t know how to go back to the way it was before.
This was wrong. She knew that. But even that thought didn’t stop her from feeling things.
Shit. She never should have let herself get swept away by him. She should have avoided him at all costs.
“You’re freaking out,” he stated, his eyes reading her like she was a book. There was no judgment in his tone, just curiosity – him and his curiosity. She nearly rolled her eyes.
“Yeah,” she agreed with a nod. “I am.”
He smiled. “That’s understandable.” He leaned over her. “I’m going to kiss you, Annie. I’m going to please you, not to distract you from your fear but to show you there’s no reason for you to be afraid.”
He didn’t wait for her acquiesce before he placed his lips on hers and closed his eyes. For a moment, she was still underneath him. She took the opportunity to look at him, how lost he looked as he kissed her, but how he somehow found exactly what he was looking for in her. His golden brown hair was adorably messy and she noticed with a blush she had left a couple of small hickies on his neck. She hadn’t meant to get so carried away from last night but her passion seemed to have gotten the better of her. Then, she allowed herself to get swept away in his kiss, closing her own eyes and reaching up to grip his hair with her hands. She knew they should still talk; they still needed to figure out what this was between them, but, for now, she would allow him to show her how much he adored her and her body.
His lips left hers and he trailed his lips down her throat. She gasped at how sensitive her skin was, at least when he touched it with his lips. It was as though her body knew now what to expect from Jericho, and, as such, every nerve thrummed with anticipation, which made her even more susceptible to his touch. She was completely under his control; he had power over her entirely, and she didn’t seem to care all that much anymore. Even her initial reaction to run away vanished when he began to kiss her.
His hand reached up to grab her breast, but instead of squeezing and groping it, he used the pad of his index finger to caress the point of her nipple. She moaned, arching her back in order to try and get more pressure on her breast. He added a second finger caressing her breast and her mouth dropped open. Once her nipple was hard, he moved to the other, giving it the same amount of attention as he had on the other.
Both peaks were hard. She especially loved the feeling when he sucked them between his lips. It caused her pelvis to throb with desire and she could feel the lips between her legs moisten under his attention.
And then, he pulled away and flicked her nipple with his middle finger. She grunted, surprised by the sharp pain that came from it. His mouth immediately captured the assaulted nipple in his mouth as a way to appease it, much like kissing a child’s boo boo to make the pain go away. She moaned.
How could he elicit such competing feelings inside of her?
His lips trailed even further down, surrounding her belly button, across the V the inside of her thighs made before they found her lips between her thighs. When he pressed them against her, she gasped, sucking in a tight breath. His tongue flicked out against her nub and she couldn't help but toss her head back against the pillow and spread her legs further apart so he had better access. He placed his hands on either side of her thighs, spreading her lips so he had a clear shot at her clitoris. He lapped at her like a dog lapping up water on a hot day.
And then he slid one finger inside her slick opening and she let out a shaky moan.
"Jesus Christ, you're so goddamn wet," he said, taking a moment to pause and catch his breath. "Is that for me?"
"You get me this way," she told him, already breathless.
Instinctively, she squeezed her muscles around his finger and he gasped before slowly pulling it out. He muttered something under his breath before sticking two digits inside of her.
"You're so goddamn tight," he said before placing his mouth back on her mound and wagging his tongue against her clit.
From there, he proceeded to fuck her with his fingers and suck at her clit. Annie was entirely helpless. She reached for Jericho's hair because she needed to grab onto something and dig her fingers between the golden-brown locks before pulling at the roots. He hissed but she could swear she felt him smile against her. He proceeded to curl his fingers against her wall in a come-hither motion and she let out a cry of ecstasy.
Fuck..
It was a stupid, naive thought but she had never felt anything like it. Jericho didn't miss a beat. He continued to administer pleasure onto her body. He wasn't going to let up until she came over his face and he sucked up her juices like they were some kind of dinner wine.
It wasn't long until Annie started to feel the fluttery sensation in her pelvis that indicated her orgasm was coming soon. Her breathing started to hitch and her grip on Jericho was painful to say the least. He didn't stop.
"Oh, Jericho," she muttered through clenched teeth and closed eyes.
He didn't stop, not even to command her to do something. She splintered over his face, feeling her pelvis twitch and push out any slickness all over him. He refused to stop licking her, to stop finger fucking her, even when she finished climaxing against him. She had to tug on his hair and physically pull him away.
"You taste fucking delicious," he told her, crawling over her before forcing a rough kiss on her mouth.
She tasted herself on his mouth and it was a different sort of taste but not unpleasant. She could feel his cock pressed against her stomach and she felt her tired core twitch, wanting more. She was insatiable.