Nix gets on his knees and takes hold of my thighs, hissing as he pulls me to the edge of the table.
His breath is hot as he spreads me, and I gasp when his mouth meets my skin. He teases me with nips, easing the burn with his tongue.
I’m panting, my back arched and my pussy aching for him. I’ve wanted this from the moment I laid eyes on this dark, sexy man who pushes my buttons in all the right ways. He eases my thighs back, opening me even wider to him.
He trails the tip of his tongue down the line of my pussy, and I cry out involuntarily. I push myself up on my elbows so I can see his face between my legs. His dark hair is rumpled, and there’s a smirk in his eyes when they lock with mine.
Nix works magic with his tongue, and just when I think it can’t get any better, he slides a finger inside me, and I moan for more. A few seconds later, he adds another one, and I ride his fingers, my body chasing after the orgasm that promises to rock me hard.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he says, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver of satisfaction through me.
“Nix…oh, God.” I’m thrusting my hips shamelessly, close to the edge now. My effort to distract him from probing for more information is turning outreally wellfor me.
He swipes his tongue over my sensitive clit and then sucks on it, which is all it takes to launch me into an orgasm so strong my whole body tenses as the waves sweep me under. Nix’s tongue prolongs it for a few more blissful seconds, and then I collapse onto the table.
“Wow,” I say, exhaling deeply. “That was…wow.”
I sit up and put my hands on his cheeks, kissing him. I can taste myself on his lips.
“My turn,” I say, reaching for his shirt to take it off.
He groans and kisses me again. “Next time.”
“Next time? Not now?”
“Nope. Now we’re going to bed.”
“You’re tired?”
He runs a fingertip down my spine, sending a shiver through me. I wrap my legs around his chest and he groans again.
“I’m not tired. I just want to be in bed with you.”
“But not for sex?”
“Not this time.”
Now I’m the one groaning. “Why not?”
“Did you know it takes years to make a good brandy?”
I furrow my brow. “Um…no?”
“Years. And each step has to be done just right. A glass of good brandy should be savored one sip at a time. I want to savor you the same way.”
I brush a lock of hair back from his forehead and smile. “You’re comparing me to booze?”
He grips me by the ass and pulls me close. “Not just any booze. The best brandy in the world. Cognac. A bottle of beer can be swilled in under a minute. Most women are beer. But you…you’re like the finest Cognac I’ve ever tasted. I plan to sip very slowly.”
The affection in his eyes and reverence in his tone touch a spot deep inside me no one’s ever touched before. I kiss him again, lost for the words to tell him how good he makes me feel. And not just the sex, though that was amazing.
Nix stands and offers me a hand. I stand too, and we walk into his ultramodern kitchen together.
“I’m grabbing some water,” I say, opening the fridge and reaching in for a bottle.
“Help yourself to anything when you’re here.”
“Anything but your dick,” I remind him.
