She jerked, body bowing from the bed. Her mound arched into his raging cockstand. The air fled his lungs, and a white-hot burst of need licked down his spine, drawing his ballocks tight.
“Oh, Ash.” Her passion-laden sigh was the ultimate aphrodisiac. “More, please.”
Strike that.The wordsmore, pleasefrom her berry-pink lips was.
It was all he wanted to hear. Every damned day and night. That andI love you.
He caught her hard nipple in his teeth once again, nipping with greater force before he sucked, using his tongue to soothe the sting. He released her then and kissed the generous swell of her breast.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said, kissing a path down her abdomen. Intent upon setting his tongue to her at last.
“Use your mouth…”
Her husky directive trailed off as he kissed her belly button and then dipped his tongue into the sensitive little pit. Her hips shot off the bed in response.
“Oh,” she said.
“Mmm,” he responded. And then he continued his quest.
He kissed his way to her sex. His hands were on her thighs now, caressing, guiding them apart. He settled between them. How he wished for a lit brace of candles in this moment. He wanted to see the exact shade of pink, the erotic glistening of her juices upon her cunny. All of it, and all of her, he wanted to see in explicit detail.
But he would have to wait for another night.
Tonight, he would have to rely upon his other senses. He flattened his palms against the softness of her inner thighs, spreading them wide. The heat from her core, along with the sweet, musky scent of her, was enough to spur him on.
“Pru, sweet Pru,” he said. “I want to eat you.”
It was a warning. A statement. His hunger for her knew no end. But if he had supposed he would shock her, he was wrong.
“Do it,” she said.
He did not waste another second. Ash’s face was between her thighs, his tongue flicking over her pearl. His hands slid from her inner thighs to her rump, where he cupped her. His hands were filled with soft, supple, warm bottom. He thought about licking her cunny all the way to that forbidden, puckered hole, licking her there. Then he thought about all there was to show her, all the ways he could give her pleasure.
Ash inhaled deeply, and it was the decadent scent of Pru. The heart of her. Woman and musk, earthy yet sweet. He wanted to lick her until she spent, and then he wanted to start licking her all over again. He could not get enough of her.
He sucked her slick pearl into his mouth.
She moaned.
Her hips rotated, then thrust.
She was unafraid of her sensual nature, fully embracing it, thoroughly Pru. And he loved every moment of it. Just as he lovedher.
He flicked his tongue up her slit, and then he sank between her folds, finding her opening. He flicked his tongue against her, shallowly at first. But then, he could not resist thrusting inside. Possessing her as he had longed to do since he had first met her gaze from across a crowded ballroom.
How long ago it seemed now.
He licked into her, sinking his tongue as far as it would go. Her channel tightened on him, and she was making all sorts of wondrous sounds. Sounds of surrender. He flicked his tongue over her pearl once more. Alternating between sucking and lashing, he set himself to the task. When she stiffened beneath him, thrusting her cunny into his face, he almost spent then and there. She was close. So close to coming undone. And undone was precisely the way he wanted her. He wanted to make her come so hard, she saw stars.
So hard, her chest hurt.
So hard, she would never come again without comparing it to this time, to this spend. To her first with a man’s lips and tongue upon her. To his mouth on her cunny, her essence on his tongue, his hands on her arse, cupping her, raising her to his mouth.
Damn it to hell, he could not get enough. He lapped at her. Sucked her. Licked her. Fucked her with his mouth, his tongue. And still, it was not enough. She was writhing beneath him, on the edge. At last, he recalled her words, what she had said when he had been sucking on her nipple earlier.Harder. Bite it.She was a tigress, his Pru.
Ash returned to her clitoris, raking it between his teeth. One subtle tug was all he required to send her careening into madness. She quaked beneath him, writhing, her hips moving, her hands in his hair, urging him on.
Words and speech were beyond him now. She was everything, urging him on.
