“You are a minx.” He slid his lips back and forth across her softness, an earthy growl escaping him. “You would be a worth a king’s ransom to many men. Rarely is a woman so lush, hot, and giving.”
“I wouldn’t know, my lord.”
“I do know, and…” He pushed to his feet, discarding the knight’s belt slung low around his hips. “I must taste you now,” he said. “That, my love, is what I am about to do, flick my tongue over your sweetness.”
“Barely there little licks?”
“As you wish.” He yanked his tunic over his head, let it drop to the floor. “Would you enjoy that?”
She nodded, watched him tug off his boots, shed his hose and braies, her breath catching at the size of him, his magnificence.
Confident in his nakedness, he planted his hands on his hips and looked down at her, the part of her that burned so hotly.
“Do you know how beautiful you are? Lying there with your knees apart, so very wide apart,” he said, his gaze dark. “I could take my ease just by looking my fill on you.”
He knelt before her. “I am ravenous for you,” he told her, his words making the pulsing between her legs throb even more. “Lie back, sweeting, and let me devour you.”
Leaning forward then, he traced the center of her with his tongue, licked her. “Do you like this?”
“Aye…” She twisted, bucking beneath him, her hands clenching.
“Easy, sweet,” he soothed her. “Just feel. You will best enjoy this if you remain still and are fully relaxed.
“Can you do that?” he asked from just above her.
She nodded, the tingling pleasure now so intense she could hardly breathe.
Trembling, she did as he bade, lying perfectly still as he lapped at her with slow, wide-tongued strokes. “Do not move,” he cautioned her when her hips began rocking in a slow, rhythmic motion. “Simply enjoy.”
Pounding need firing his own blood, he drew back to look on her, his gaze drinking in her lush beauty, the sheer bounty and wild abandon of her.
“You stopped,” she objected then, squirming a bit.
“I only paused to admire you,” he said, parting her a bit so he had an even better look at the tantalizing heart of her. “And now I shall taste you even more thoroughly.”
“Aye, please…” Her thighs tensed then, almost clenching as her hips lifted off the bed.
“Nay, my sweet, no moving...just keep your legs spread wide,” he urged, then swept his tongue the length of her.
Once.
“Each time you move, I will stop,” he warned, caressing the inside of her thighs, but keeping his fingertips just a breath away from her silken heat. “Can you remain still? If you can, I shall resume. But you must lie perfectly still.”
A little cry escaped her and she wound her hands into the bed coverings, her thighs clenching, but still beautifully open, the scent of her arousal, sharp and musky, rising up to intoxicate him.
Savoring it, he inhaled deeply and cupped her, the flat of his palm rubbing slow circles over her.
“You are lovely in your passion. Keep your legs opened for me… as wide as you can. Only so can I pleasure you fully.”
And he did.
He opened his mouth over her, wide and hungry, spending bliss with slow, wide-tongued strokes. Again and again, he savored her, wresting every sigh, each sweet tremor from her, hoping to lay bold siege to every barrier she’d raise against him until he won through to her heart.
With all that had, he claimed her, branding her with the desire she craved, until with a great, shuddering cry, she slid into her release, the wonder of it ripping through her.
She went limp, the way to her soul, at last, laid as open to him as her passion.
Or so he hoped.
