Her vanilla scent clouded his senses like a sweet drug. He moved before he could overthink any more of his actions. Her thong slid down by her knees and there was...
Everything.
She kicked the silk scrap off her ankles and her stomach went concave, the delineations of her ribs visible for a moment.
He knelt and studied. She had hair. He liked that. It was a rich chestnut and he trailed his fingers over the sleek curls. When he traced his index finger up the pale pink inner seam, a slippery polish slicked his skin.
He drank in the sight, how wet she was. How wet she was forhim.
She gulped for air, her nipples stiff. A fierce flame of pride sparked in his belly, a burn that razed back the first line of his mental defenses.
He slid his finger back and stuck it into his mouth, sucking hard. He wasn’t sure why she gasped at that. Maybe that wasn’t what guys normally did? But fuck it, he needed a taste. And as her honey hit his tongue, his defense was eviscerated as he drew his finger clean, not willing to waste a drop.
He only knew one truth. If he didn’t have his whole mouth on her sweetness by his next heartbeat, he would die.
He crawled forward and dropped low, spreading her open with his thumbs. She looked so feminine and delicate in contrast to his big hands, knuckles scarred from years of abuse on the ice.
He felt her stare and glanced up. She watched him, riveted. “I’ve never had anyone want to spend so much time seeing me.”
What was wrong with other men? He’d never be able to look his fill. “I see you all right,” he growled. “I see heaven on earth.” He lunged forward, ready to devour, to feast, but paused an inch from his goal.
She sucked in a frustrated breath. “The biggest thing to remember is just to relax. Don’t force anything. If you get uptight it won’t happen.”
“How do you want it?” he asked gravely.
She made a soft small sound, almost a purr. “Think of licking an ice cream cone.” Her laugh was more a hitched gasp than anything. “Go slower than you might think, and don’t be afraid to use your tongue. After a while go for the clit, but no flicking around. Move with intention. And add fingers. I like two or three.”
Before he could move she squeezed his shoulder, halting any advance. “Wait. One more thing. While this isn’t normally my recommendation for a beginner, but if the feeling moves you, consider adding teeth. I mean, don’t be a beaver building a dam, but—”
“A few soft nips wouldn’t suck.”
Her pupils eclipsed her irises as her thighs trembled. “Exactly.”
He swept the flat of his tongue over all that flushed pretty pinkness, taking his time, not willing to cut a single corner. He hadn’t waited twenty-five years to do a rush job. He was going to damn well taste every silken inch.
She whimpered. But it didn’t sound like she wanted stopping. Especially not when she fisted a tight handful of his hair, slammed him closer, groaning, “Holy shit.”
This was holy all right. It was some kind of communion.
He latched his lips around her clit and sucked hard, grazing the hood with the edge of his front teeth while plunging a finger into her heat.
This time he groaned along with her. How could anything be so soft? So wet? So fucking perfect?
His finger sank deeper, past the knuckle. Imagine pushing his cock in there.
Into her. Into Margot.
“Yes. God yes. You’re amazing.” Her toes curled as she draped her thighs over his shoulders.
And just like that, he slammed into the present, existed fully in the moment. The force of the realization that he was here, drinking the pussy of the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, stripped away every lingering defense.
He might as well be the one naked.
He didn’t realize what was happening at first, when her body bore down, the walls of her slick sweetness milking his fingers in pulsing compressions. He was taking her there. Giving it to her and she wanted more. He knew it because that’s what she kept whimpering. “Yes.” “More” and “Oh God.”
And damn if he didn’t feel like a god in this moment. Invincible. Powerful. Capable of anything. Because he’d done this incredible thing, given this gift to a beautiful woman.
Afterward she lay still a moment before unleashing a throaty chuckle. “There is no humanly possible way that was your first time going down on a girl.”
