“Not at all. I haven’t been with anyone who treated me like a delicate flower, and I like it.”
“I’m just getting started.” I peppered kisses to her jaw, her chin, her neck, and her cleavage then her stomach. “Best part so far is these six-pack abs.”
She giggled. “Not my breasts?”
“Verdict is still out on that.” I unbuckled her belt, and as she shimmied out of her jeans, I honestly felt like I was unwrapping gift after gift.
And the best present of all was her standing in my room in only black lace panties to match her bra, hair draping partly over one shoulder and behind the other.
I stepped backward to snap picture after picture to commit to memory because this was my only chance with her.
“Duke, are you okay?”
I nodded. “I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my life.”
She blushed. “That means you like your gift.”
I shook my head as I buried my hands in her hair. “I fucking love my gift, but I need to unwrap two more items.” I snapped off her bra and faltered when her tits came free—nipples pink and hard, perfect in every sense.
I wasted no time in sucking on one nipple as she pushed against me, moaning, a sound that was making me impossibly hard. I gave the other nipple equal attention but didn’t play long as I dropped to my knees and slid her panties down to her ankles.
She pressed on my head, lifting one foot then the other as the last of the garments were tossed aside.
My heart beat like a drum solo at a rock concert.
She opened her stance a little wider, seemingly telling me I had full access. Just the same, I ran my hands up the back of her legs to her ass while kissing my way up one thigh then the other.
She massaged her fingers through my hair, breathing heavily, and every so often, a whimper escaped her. But when my tongue finally flicked over her clit, she threw her head back and mewled loudly.
I guided her onto the bed. “Tell me what you want, Joy.”
She spread her legs as wide as they would go. “I want your cock inside me, Duke. I want to feel the weight of your body on top of me. I want your tongue in my pussy. I want it all. If I don’t get any of that, I think I might die.” Emotions coated each line.
“You and me both, babe.” I dragged her body closer to the edge. “But I need to taste every last drop of you.”
I trailed my tongue along the inside of one thigh then the other, trying to remember every second of how she reacted, tasted, looked, and eventually felt with her gripping my cock. But I was afraid to go that far. Afraid I would become a different man, and right now, I had to be the asshole, criminal that I’d always been.
You will. You’re not giving her your soul, man. One night, remember?
“Please, Duke. I’m seriously going to scream if you keep teasing.”
Grinning, I hovered over her wet pussy for the briefest of seconds then flicked my tongue over her swollen clit. She bucked, screaming the word “fuck.”
I settled in, licking and sucking. She tasted of heaven, blissful and sweet. I could stay here forever and pleasure her for an eternity if only to hear her whimpers and moans as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.
I wasn’t going to last a second, inhaling her essence, tasting her juices, and watching her climb that crescendo.
She mewed more little noises, breathing heavily, moving her hips into me as though she needed more friction. So I slipped one finger inside then two, fucking her as I kept up my assault on her swollen nub.
She pressed her knees against my head. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Let it go, babe.”
She rose on her elbows, locking her legs around my neck. “Look at me, Duke.”
Without missing a beat, I lifted my gaze to hers.
“Roll your tongue around my clit, slowly,” she begged, watching in lustful fascination. “I want this to last.”
