He licked down her slit next, parting her folds. His tongue sank inside her, thrusting in and out as he had the night before with his manhood. The wet slide, lapping at her core, was electric. And then, his thumb found her already desperately sensitive bud, flicking over her with fast, steady pressure.
Jo lost control. Something deep inside her clenched, and then she felt the same molten rush she had the night before. Her hips swiveled from the bed, and her fingers sank into his hair as she held him there, exactly where she wanted him. The sight of his dark head bent between her legs was so carnal, so thoroughly erotic. It only served to heighten the impact of her spend as it washed over her.
But as the last ripples of bliss subsided, he did not stop. Instead, he buried his tongue deep, as if he were seeking something, lapping up the wetness that seemed to be trickling from her core. He moaned, the sound guttural. A sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He liked this every bit as much as she did, Jo realized. The knowledge only served to heighten each sensation. She sifted her fingers through his wavy, mahogany locks, rocking into his mouth. Now that she had spent once, she was greedy and ravenous. She wanted to spend again. She never wanted his mouth to stop.
She whimpered when he at last withdrew, already at the edge of another climax.
He glanced up her body, his beautiful lips glistening with her dew, and lazily stroked his thumb over her pearl. “I think I want your cream for breakfast every day.”
The words had their intended effect. She trembled beneath him, desperate. He swirled over her again, then sank a finger deep inside her channel, working it in and out of her. The wet sounds echoed in the chamber. Her need for him was at once a source of embarrassment and a frantic yearning she could not deny.
“Would you like that?” he asked, adding a second finger, stretching her.
She felt a twinge of discomfort, her body still unaccustomed to such an invasion. But his deliberate thrusts and the slickness of her passage abated that.
“Hmm, Josie?” he asked again, curling his fingers deep inside her. “Would you like to begin every day like this?”
Before she could answer, he dipped his head, delivering a few languid licks to her swollen bud. “Yes.”
Oh, yes.
Did he need to ask?
He suckled her again, then stroked her with that clever tongue as his fingers moved. She thrust against him, wanting him deeper. And he gave her what she asked for, reaching a place inside her she had not known existed. As he slid in and out, he used his teeth to abrade her pearl.
That was all the encouragement she needed.
The tangle of need within her tightened into a delicious knot.
Spasms quaked through her. She came so hard, little pinpricks of light burst around the periphery of her vision. And all through it, he stayed with her, bringing her to such impossible heights. He suckled her, then pressed a reverent kiss to her flesh, withdrawing his fingers at last.
As he settled between her legs, she could not help but to glory in the masculine beauty of his body. How different he was from her, all lean planes and sinews, that arrow of dark hair she had detected the day before trailing directly to his engorged cock. He seemed somehow larger, thick and long. The sight of him made the flesh he had awakened between her legs throb in anticipation even as she wondered how he would fit.
That he had yesterday seemed a miracle as she looked upon him now.
He grasped himself, aligning his tip with her entrance. Lowering his head, he sucked her nipple just as he had done to her pearl. Longing arced through her, settling between her thighs in an undeniable ache. She marveled at his strength as her hands settled on his shoulders, caressing over the smooth skin.
He kissed his way to her neck, and then she knew the same burning stretch as she had the night before, the sensation of him entering her. This time, however, there was no twinge of pain, no lingering ache. Her body was ready for his, and after the two climaxes he had just given her, the slide of his cock inside her passage was nothing short of breathtaking.
They sighed as one when he was fully seated. He kissed her throat, her ear.
“Oh Josie, darling,” he said, his voice low and decadent. “You feel so damned good, all tight and wet on my cock.”
His vulgar words made her want him more. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, moving her hips to get him deeper.
“You feel good inside me, too,” she dared to say.
His appreciative groan told her he approved. “Wicked girl.” He tongued the hollow behind her ear, making her wild.
And then he began to move in earnest, thrusting in and out of her slowly at first. Measured and steady. Her body lifted from the bed to meet his. She rubbed her cheek against the fine scrape of his freshly shaved whiskers. Her fingernails raked over his flesh.
His strokes became faster, more frenzied, more furious. He was losing control, his implacable grip on his restraint weakening. All because of her. And she loved it. She was perilously close to the edge, to losing herself yet again.
“Come on me,” he urged into her ear. “Spend for me,bijou. Bring me there with you.”
How could she deny him?
