She rubbed her cheek against his, as sinuous as a cat, and he swore she purred. “It won’t.”
This woman. God, he loved her. Perhaps this would be the day he told her after all. Later. When their bed sport was done.
He kissed her temple and then resumed his role, stretching her arms over her head and pinning her bound wrists to the pillow. “Hold on to the pillow. If you release your hold, you’ll receive another punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, grasping the pillow as he’d instructed.
He took a moment to admire the positioning of her body and the way it thrust her breasts forward for his delectation. The sight of her wrists bound with the pink ribbon, high above her head, was every bit as enthralling. His cock was leaking, and he hadn’t even licked her yet.
“You are perfection,” he said, bending to catch one of her nipples in his mouth and suck hard as he knew she liked.
He was rewarded by a soft moan and the arch of her back. Trevor caught the stiff peak in his teeth and tugged, and she moaned louder, shifting restlessly beneath him, as if she sought friction to ease the ache between her thighs. But he was in no hurry. He intended to prolong this seduction, to wring every last drop of pleasure from her beautiful body. To that end, he moved to her other breast, taking his time to lave and suck and nip until her breathing was ragged.
Next, he pressed his lips to the smooth, flat skin between her breasts, over her breastbone. Leveraging himself on his elbows and knees, he cupped her breasts, kneading them, their full softness spilling through his fingers. She was so very warm and soft, sweetly responsive, and he knew he would never have enough of her.
“You are still wearing your banyan,” she protested. “I want you naked.”
Yes, there would be skin on skin soon enough, but first he wanted to worship hers without the temptation to sink inside her. He glanced up, his lips still grazing her silken flesh, following the rise and fall of her breasts in his hands, past the creamy column of her throat, where a necklace he had given her was still clasped, to her parted lips and the honey-brown mysteries of her eyes.
“But you are being punished, my lady, not pleasured,” he said, keeping his voice low, enjoying this forbidden game more than he had supposed he would when the notion had occurred to him as she’d shyly confessed which parts of the book had moved her and why.
She sighed restlessly, and he licked a lazy circle around her nipple, then blew on the puckered bud. “Forgive me, sir. I am merely impatient.”
Yes, he knew that about her. Trevor smiled against the warmth of her stomach as he kissed lower, to the dip of her navel.
“Patience, my lady,” he cautioned, before swirling his tongue into the sensitive hollow.
“Oh,” she said, jolting beneath him.
But she was doing as he had asked, fingers clasping the pillow over her head, wrists still wrapped in pretty pink garter ribbon. She was glorious. Magnificent.His.
Trevor kissed the gentle roundness of her belly, finding his way to her hip bone. Here, he took a moment to bring her sweet feminine scent into his lungs, to savor her body’s need for him as he stroked her hips and kissed the vee between where her thigh ended and her mound began.
“Open for me,” he urged, and she did, spreading her thighs wide.
Exposing herself to him. The pink of her cunny matched her garters. He’d never seen a more decadent sight than Virtue beneath him, naked save that ribbon, her hair a wild halo spilling over the pillow.
He settled himself between her limbs and lowered his mouth to her. She was slick and hot and sweet on his tongue. He traced her seam, then parted her folds with his thumb, his mouth closing over the swollen bud and sucking as he had her nipple. Her response was another low moan, and he lapped at her, licking and sucking, savoring the taste of her, the feeling of her, needy and writhing and wet.
As always, he lost himself in the act of giving her pleasure, her every sigh and hitch of breath, each moan and jolt of her hips like music he would never grow tired of hearing. She was all he could see and feel as he lavished her cunny with light flicks of his tongue and gentle nibbles, then hard sucks on her pearl that had her whimpering and her fingers sinking into his hair to tug.
A dim part of his mind that wasn’t entirely swamped by pure, animal lust realized she’d broken the rule. He dragged himself from between her thighs and caught her bound wrists, pinning them above her head, their faces close.
“Naughty,” he said, licking his lips to savor the wetness of her dew, coating them. “I warned you there would be punishment if you didn’t remain as you were told.”
“Oh,” she said, eyes wide in feigned astonishment. “What shall you do?”
He descended her body slowly, stopping to lightly bite her shoulder, her nipple, to kiss down the very center of her, stopping when he reached the beckoning heat of her cunny. Instead of bringing his mouth to her once more, however, he flattened his hand and gave her a quick, gentle spank on her lips and clitoris.
She moaned, thighs trembling, hips bucking. She had liked it.Good.Just as he’d thought she would. He gave her a soothing caress and then resumed, devoting himself to pleasuring her with his mouth until she was quaking beneath him. But her touch returned, sifting through his hair. Intentional this time, he knew. She was testing him. Giving him permission.
He lifted his head and repeated his motions, securing her hands above her head on the pillow.
She was breathing heavy, her pupils wide, skin flushed, arms taut against a bed of mahogany waves.Beautiful, he thought.A goddess.Mygoddess.
“You’ve been bad, my lady,” he told her with mock severity, leaning close so that her hard nipples prodded the silk of his banyan and the lush handfuls of her breasts strained into his chest. He rocked his hips, letting her feel his hard cock and how badly he wanted her. “Do you know what I think? I think you disobeyed me intentionally so I would spank your sweet cunny again. I think you liked the way it felt.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, writhing beneath him, making his cock brush over her folds in a way that would cause him to lose control if she continued for too long. “I did like the way it felt. I’m wicked, and you should punish me for it.”
