I breathe deeply as he pushes the garment up my thighs. His fingers against my skin are electric, whipping my nerve endings into chaos and momentarily scattering my thoughts.
He lifts the top half of my body up toward him and raises the short gown higher. His hands graze my breasts and the tug of the lace abrades my nipples. Seconds later the black silk is whisked over my head and sent sailing to the floor. I’m as naked as he is, except for the diamond necklace sparkling in the candlelight.
Mick lays me down, settling my head on the pillow. Above me, his eyes move over my face and body. The dim light of the bedroom veils my flaws, but it can’t magically make the extra weight disappear. It’s all I can do not to reach for the sheet.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his husky voice serrated. “With your curls fanning the pillow, your golden eyes soft and dreamy, and your body a treasure map of curves—if I were a poet, my words would paint you as a goddess.”
My insecurities vanish and my heart melts. “That’s all the poetry I need.”
“You’reall I need,” he says a moment before he cups my breasts in his hands and bends his head to lightly kiss around the outer curves in slow, narrowing circles.
Moaning, I will that hot, maddening mouth to hurry to the taut, achy centers. But Mick ignores my invitation, taking short detours to my neck and shoulders.
“I didn’t take nearly enough time to enjoy you the other night. This time, I want to taste you everywhere. Make you crazy and watch you go over.”
“I’m already crazy.”
“I wanna make you crazier.” He lifts the necklace and drags the pendant across each beckoning peak.
“Ohh…”
“You like that?”
“Yess.”
“And this?”
He draws one point inside his scorching mouth for a soft tug while maintaining pendulum strokes of the diamond circle over the other nipple.
“Mick!” I cry out, my hands in his hair. “That feels so good.” Like fire and ice spreading through my veins.
Everything he does turns me on. From the way he looks at me, kisses me, speaks to me, to the way he touches my body. After teasing me senseless, Mick releases the necklace and slides his mouth down the center of my torso, tasting the skin as he moves lower. The tip of his tongue rims my navel, and his wide shoulders push my legs farther apart.
“Very sexy,” he groans a moment before pressing a warm kiss to my landing strip. “Rise up on your elbows.”
Too mindless from the lashing pleasure to care or ask why, I do as he instructs and grip the sheets.
“Now watch me.”
The idea is as scintillating as it is scary. But tonight is about freeing myself to enjoy everything he has to offer. I look down my body at Mick. He’s lying halfway off the bed, his heated eyes are on me, and he licks his lips as if to say,I’m going to eat you up.
I don’t see my size or any of my imperfections. I only see Mick…wanting me.
He hooks my legs over his shoulders and grasps my hips to cant me in place. An atavistic sound erupts from my throat the instant his tongue swipes along my slippery flesh. Drowning in sensation, I force my eyes to stay open when they would have otherwise closed. And I’m glad I do because the erotic visual of his dark head buried between my thighs, moving with the wicked swirls of his tongue spikes the thrill of what he’s doing.
For endless minutes he continues the teasing onslaught with soft flickering laps that bring me to that razor-thin edge, yet aren’t enough to get me over. I try to move, but with his hands restraining my hips, Mick has all the control.
Keening for release, my fists tighten in the sheets and I shamelessly beg him: “Mick…please…I’m so close…please let me come.”
And he does. First with a sucking kiss that sends me teetering on the brink. Then with hard, ravenous licks that finally slam me up and over.
“Mick!” I sob in splintering relief and still he doesn’t stop.
Our gazes locked, he plunges his tongue into my clenching channel and curls it to deftly stroke the sensitive underside of my front wall. The stimulation against my sweet spot hurtles me once more into that sexual abyss where there’s nothing but exquisite pleasure and the man tirelessly giving it to me.
My moans hoarse, my breathing choppy, I lose count of the orgasms overlapping each other as he keeps my hips confined, amplifying the intensity and urging out every last sensation. Wiped, depleted, my arms finally give out, and I flop back in a sprawl onto the bed.
Mick eases my legs off his shoulders and climbs up my body, sipping at my damp skin. Above me, his darkened gaze searches mine with a tenderness that lies beneath the suppressed goading of his lust. I know what he’s silently asking. We’re both safe and my chances of getting pregnant are practically nil. It’s a crushing reality, but I don’t have time to dwell on the sadness with Mick’s hard urgency nudging against me.
