Oh, my gawd.
Rhys Ravenstone, the Antihero, is a virgin.
Chapter Eleven
“Well, you kiss like a pro,” I tell him.
“Glad you approve.” His sarcasm is thick, and then he spreads my legs farther apart. My instinct is to slam them back shut, but I resist the urge. “Be a good girl and keep these open for me.”
I can live a thousand lifetimes and never not get the warm and fuzzies hearing Rhys Ravenstone call me his good girl.
Fuuuck.
This is crazy-strange. I’m used to being thegiver. Jason mouth-fucking me as quickly as possible so I can hurry and get my teeth brushed, then go about my business.
But Rhys flipped the roles…and he’s not inanysort of rush.
Nope, the man is taking his sweet time drawing my panties down my legs. He kisses his way back up. Licking and nipping my inner thighs. Studies my reactions to everything he’s doing to learn what I like, what I enjoy the most, and what I’m not quite into. But it’s when he reaches the juncture of my thighs and pries my legs apart even more that I tense, and he has to coax me back to a relaxed state with more kisses. More teasing.
And more of his filthy promises.
Each one I’m confident this man will fulfill.
“You’re so pretty, Charlotte.” The awe in his tone is a punch to my heart. “All of you.” He uses his thumbs to hold open my pussy, and normally I’d die of shame. Instead, I watch in wonder as he examines my body. Whimper in ecstasy as he licks me from ass to clit. “And fucking delicious.”
Rhys keeps a firm hold on me, keeping me wide open as he tongue-fucks me. Dips in and out, with the steady rhythm bringing me close to the first orgasm I’ve ever had with something that’s not my hand. I fist the bedding, needing to grip something, or else I’m positive I’ll spiral right off into another dimension. I bury my other hand in his soft hair.
Almost as if on instinct, he drives a finger deep inside me, and when I arch my back, and my cry echoes around us, he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue. I nearly shatter, but somehow, Rhys holds me together, keeping me safe as he pushes me toward the edge of a cliff. When he grips my hip with one hand to hold me tight, pumping that wonderful finger in and out, his tongue doing magical things to me, I throw an arm over my face to hide my tears. But Rhys growls, “No,” and I fling it wide, embarrassed at the rush of emotions flowing through me.Lighting me as every muscle tightens almost to the point of pain. Nothing matters except the pleasure centered between my legs. It skids across my nerves until I can’t even take my next breath. Until white sparks explode behind my squeezed eyelids as warm waves of electricity electrify me.
But all good things must end, and as the wave recedes, I drag in a deep breath and…
…giggle.
My eyes fly open, and I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter, but it’s too late. Rhys heard. He wipes his face—and oh, my gawd, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a man do—before resting his chin on his propped-up palm. “Something funny, Charlotte?”
I shake my head, but I’m still giggling. “Sorry.” My apology is muffled. “I think this is aftershock.”
“Ah,” Rhys says as if he completely understands. “Remove your hand.”
“Nope, I feel like an idiot.”
“Charlotte,” he growls. “Remove your fucking hand. I want to see your smile.” I do as I’m told, and his expression softens. “And don’t you fuckingdarehide your laughter from me.”
I nod. “Okay.” As far as commands go, this one is…nice. Jason liked to say my smile reminded him of a cow. What a jerkoff. “Thank you for that.” I nod at my vagina. “You’re a natural.”
Oh, Lordy, why is he frowning like I kicked his favorite puppy? “You don’t thank me for giving you pleasure.”
“Noted,” I quip. Then, “Do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
Wow, zero hesitation. “Please stand up.” Before I’m even finished saying it, Rhys is off the bed and on his feet. “I want to take off the rest of your clothes.”
He lifts a brow, watching me, not stopping me, while I remove his socks. He has nice feet. Not a wonky toe in sight. I unzip his jeans and shimmy them down his long legs, having to work them over the thick cords of muscle in his thighs and calves. And once he’s naked, I step back and… Wow. Rhys Ravenstone is glorious. Truly stunning. Like a god that’s come to life. All hard planes and angles, and sure, I went a tad overboard on the penis size. Do I regret my impulsive choice right about now?
Absolutely not.
Rhys is long and thick, and the glans ampallang piercing has me aching to learn what it’ll feel like inside me. “Get on your knees, Charlotte.” Oh, God… I hit the floor and wrap my fingers around his heavy shaft. He’s warm velvet-covered steel, and when I pump my hand over him, he growls out my name. Empowered, more confident than I’ve ever felt in my life, I gather the pearls of pre-cum at the tip and use that wet to slick my slide back down, loving the way he throbs against my palm.
