Dree was flipped, flew through the air, and landed on the soft bed, her arms outstretched. “Are you going to do it right this time,Sir?Or are you going to do something dirty and leave me all frustrated again?”
Augustine crawled onto the bed, a wicked smile on his face. “In all the fracas this afternoon, I’d almost forgotten that I was edging you and forcing you to wait for your next orgasm. Thank you for reminding me.”
“Forget I said anything! Please, for the love of God, I think I’m going to die.”
Augustine stripped her clothes off her and tongued and sucked her breasts until she thought she was going to come from that alone, butonce again,hestopped.She was practically crying when he flipped her over and his hands palmed the soft flesh of her ass, his thumbs dipping and stroking her soft core and teasing her.
Dree pushed herself up on her knees, turned, and grabbed his shoulders, trying to wrestle him onto his back on the bed.
Augustine laughed at her, his hand resting on his muscled stomach and arching his back because he was laughing so dang hard.
She told him, “No, not this time, Mr. I’m-Gonna-Tease-You. Iknowyou can do it right. You keep stopping on purpose, and my head is going to explode.”
With one arm, he swept her off him and flipped her over again on her stomach. “Your head isn’t going to explode, and nothing else will either.”
“Seriously?Come on, I’m not doing this to you.”
“No, I’m doing this toyou.”
His towel landed on the bed beside her face.
Oh God,he was naked back there.
She sneaked a peek over her shoulder at the perfect form of male anatomy, muscles braided upon muscles, his skin almost translucent the way it laid over his thick sinews and striations. He was facing her so she couldn’t see that tattooed backpiece,drat.She still wanted to know what it was.
He looked like the statues of Greek gods they had seen in the Louvre just a few hours before, except he was not formed out of white marble but varying shades of gold and brown. His core and the muscles of his abs were a medium gold, but his forearms and lower legs looked like they had been dipped in mahogany, they were so tan. The vibrant colors of the tattoo on his forearm blended with his dark skin.
Considering the calluses on his hands she’d noticed earlier, he looked like he’d worked outside, in the sunlight, for his hands and arms to be so deeply tanned by the sun and roughened by work.
Which was weird for a guy who was as rich as heseemedto be.
Farmer tan lines and thick calluses were weird on a rich guy, no matter what he’d said.
Was this a red flag she should be noticing, like she hadn’t noticed with Francis?
But Augustine moved his arm, and his interconnected biceps, triceps, and the deltoid muscles on his shoulders flexed under his skin. His rounded, heavy muscles shifted. At the place where his oblique muscles running down his sides came to a vee, his cock jutted straight out from his body, a little higher than horizontal, and he had a slight curveup.
It was massive, too. No wonder he’d thought he had to pay extra for “the monster.”
Augustine crawled onto the bed and shoved her face into the mattress. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re not desperate enough yet.”
“Yeah, you aren’tdesperateat all. You’ve been getting anything you want,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the comforter up around her nose, but she could breathe fine.
The hard rod of his cock rested between her ass cheeks.
Was he going to do the butt stuff already? She thought there were things you had todofirst.
He whispered near her ear, “I loved watching you run through the Louvre this morning. I wanted to throw you face-down on any of the exhibits and fuck you till you screamed. Every time this glorious ass of yours jiggled when you ran, it was the sexiest, most feminine thing, and I wanted to fuck it.”
Dree’s voice sounded hoarse in her throat, but she said anyway, “Yes, fuck me ‘til I scream. Please, for the love of God,don’t stop this time.”
His erection began to move between her ass cheeks, rubbing from that place where she was afraid he might stick it in and yet wanted him to because at this point she wantedanything,but he slid up the crease between her cheeks to her tailbone.
She groaned. He wasn’tdoing it.“Please. Pleasedo it.Pleasetake me.”
He whispered, “You forgot to call meSir.”
Dree punched the bed with her fists. Dammit, she wanted to remember to call him that. This waiting and teasing was going to drive her out of her mind.
