“Oh, Flick. Your innocence is so charming. It’s more than possible, and I have a feeling you’re going to be addicting.”
Felicity didn’t know what to say to that as he moved lower, hidden under the blanket. His mouth carved a path of sweet heat to her belly, his naughty hands pinching her nipples as he rolled her to her back and settled between her thighs. Her stomach fluttered nervously.
“Tristan, are you sure this is right?”
He lifted the blanket to meet her gaze. The sight of him there, his black hair tousled, his face framed by her thighs sent her wits scattering. She forgot the point she was going to make.
“It would be wrong if I didn’t, Flick.” He looked down at her sex. “So wrong not to worship you with my whole body, especially my tongue.”
Felicity could only stare. This sight would never leave her mind, and she didn’t want it to. She was stunned into silence, but also tingling, and heat washed over her skin and pooled at her center where she wanted him so desperately.
He grinned at her like he knew all her wanton secrets and then he took her bottom into his hands and set his mouth right over her center, using his tongue to probe her and he groaned as he did it, thevibration flowing into her delicate, sensitive flesh. The axis of her world tilted. The sensations and pleasure were so intense she shamelessly gripped his hair in her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, growing stronger, heavier, as she panted and moaned, moving her hips restlessly in his grip. He did not relent. This time, when the eclipse of rapture burst through her body, she caught herself and bit her lip to keep from screaming his name.
He finished his expert ministrations with a long slow lick and kissed the inside of her thigh, sucking on the sensitive skin until it stung and then he licked the soreness away. Then moved back up her body. Felicity couldn’t move as he shuffled them once more, side by side, facing each other. Her heavy-lidded eyes would not open.
“Look at me, Flick.”
“I can’t. I’m weightless, but also every part of me is too heavy to move.”
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now, flushed with passion and sated. I could stare at you forever.”
Felicity’s heart did a flip, and she forced herself to open her eyes. He was watching her, eyes roaming over her face and body with a half-smile.
“You look smug,” Felicity said.
He grinned. “I’m beyond smug. I’m the king of smug with your taste on my tongue, and I marked you where no one will ever see but me. I could die happy right now.”
“Don’t say such things.”
“Don’t fret, love. It’s only a metaphor for the satisfaction I feel.”
“But I’m certain you’re supposed to take part, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Yes?”
“Flick, our time together is about you.”
“Shouldn’t I know how to please you?”
“Your pleasureismy pleasure.”
Felicity, in her hazy mind reached for him, her hand brushing against the firm outline of his restrained manhood.
He grumbled. “I’ll take care of that later.”
“I want you to show me how to give you pleasure. It’s not fair otherwise.”
“Life has been unfair to you enough already. I’m evening the score.”
“I want to touch you. You said I could do whatever I wanted.”
“I did say that. I can’t for the life of me understand why I’m arguing about this.”
“Are you afraid I won’t like how it looks?” she asked.
He scowled at her. “Now I am.”
