“Go ahead. Look.” His gaze met hers in the mirror. “See how beautiful you are.”
She gave a tiny shake of her head.
He considered her for a moment. “Because you don’t want to, or because you’re a lamb?”
“I’m not a lamb,” she said fiercely.
“I’m afraid I need some convincing.” His mouth dipped close to her ear, his breath hot. “Be brave, min käraste. You don’t have to hold back. Not with me.”
She glared at him, but he was unaffected. He stood behind her calmly, as if he had nothing better to do than wait for her to decide. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so difficult. She could try, if it meant he would touch her again…
She peeked at her reflection. The image was shocking—her nudity against his half-clothed form. Her light hair against his dark locks. Her timidness against his relentless confidence. She gazed at herself uneasily. She was pale but for the flush covering her chest and neck. Trembling and on the brink of fleeing.
“I think you see more in me than is really there.”
“Then I will make you see.”
Her gaze flew upward in time to see the fierce expression hardening his features, and then he was on his knees before her.
“Watch,” he said, his voice pure encouragement. “Watch how your perfect little breasts respond to me. How the rosy nipples tilt toward my mouth, begging for attention.”
He leaned forward, and her nipple disappeared into his sucking mouth. She cried out, the feeling like nothing she’d ever experienced. It shocked her; it delighted her. She stared in fascination as he suckled her. Let out a gasp when he released her with a smack, her skin wet and shiny from his saliva.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Say it.”
“I’m—I’m—” She couldn’t think. How could she when his hand swept up her leg, dancing feather-light touches across her skin. Higher and higher he crept, and her breath caught when he teased the soft inside of her inner thigh.
“Say it, Olive, and I’ll reward you. I swear to God I’ll reward you.”
“I’m fucking gorgeous,” she blurted.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, you fucking are. I’m going to pet your pretty pussy now. Widen your legs for me, käraste. Yes, just like that.”
Then his hand was dancing over her curls, parting her swollen lips and grazing her sensitive folds. The pleasure was exquisite, even better than the first time. How could that be possible?
“Oh, God,” she moaned, fumbling blindly to grip his shoulder. “Emil!”
“You feel so good,” he crooned. “I love your soft sighs. Your gasps. Let me hear you moan.”
He rubbed his thumb up and down her slit, circled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her abdomen clenched, and her core pulsed with molten need. Her gaze skittered from his face down to his hands and back again. It was impossibly lewd, seeing his fingers touching her most intimate places. Lewd, but the most incredible thing she’d ever seen. He’d been right to want to watch when they were on the sofa. Feeling was one thing, but seeing was added bliss. Then the tip of his finger slipped inside her, and she couldn’t hold back. A moan slipped free.
“Such a good moan. Look at yourself in the mirror,” he urged her. “See what I see.”
She dragged her gaze to the mirror, but she didn’t see herself. All she could focus on was the obscene beauty of Emil’s fingers dancing on her folds. He moved slowly, but unerringly. He gave her time to adjust, then added more. He was so gentle. So knowledgeable. Pleasure came in waves. His fingers stroked her inside, then withdrew to rub her wetness on her nub. She risked a glance upward, to look at herself. She was flushed, her lip swollen from biting it. Still coiled, still holding back. But she was trying.
“Put your foot here.”
She realized he had dragged a footstool closer with one hand, and she let him move her as he pleased. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she was opened to his gaze. The temptation to jump down was strong, to mash her thighs together and allow embarrassment to take over. But she held on. Focused on his tight, riveted expression, which showed her how pleased he was with her.
His voice, when he finally spoke, was gravelly. “Are you ready for more?”
“I think so,” she said in a daze. “More what?”
“Oh yes, you want more.” He chuckled lightly, his warm breath raising goose pimples across her skin. “And I need it. I need to know how this gorgeous pussy tastes.” Her hips undulated forward, almost in invitation, at his words. It was mortifying, but it appeared to be exactly what he wanted. A fierce expression hardening his features, almost like he was in pain. “I love how your pussy knows what it wants. How it craves my tongue.” He grasped her buttocks with both hands and leaned forward. He paused a breath away from her pulsating, needy place, and whispered, “I’m going to make you come apart all over my face, käraste.”
He parted her with his thumbs, and his tongue swept across her sex?—
Oh.
