“We don’t have to—”
“I want to.” She hated being coddled. And she loosened the ties until there was nothing keeping up his pants except her hands. She let go and took a step back.
He surpassed every crude illustration she’d giggled over with Lydia. The real thing was far from funny and it wasn’t laughter that heated her skin as she admired the sight of him. She stepped closer and eased his hair back from his ears so she could admire the whole of him, even the parts he hated. Divine above. He was beautiful.
He didn’t speak, but it was clear that his sanity hinged on her reaction.
Instead of words, she grabbed him and pinned him to the bed in a fluid motion that he was entirely unprepared to block.
She had liked it like this before and he had seemed to enjoy it as well.
The unmasked desire in his eyes was her only affirmation of his opinion on her use of force. And when she started to crawl up his body, stopping and sitting back on her heels, legs straddling his thighs, with Devin completely at her mercy, it felt erotic and powerful.
She did not plan to be merciful.
When her hand reached out for the hard length of him, he hissed, fingers clawing into the comforter.
He had tried to stop her last time, but he wasn’t in charge anymore. Her hand moved and explored until she found the motions that seemed to draw the most reaction out of him. He’d thrown an arm over his eyes, breathing in a very focused, even pattern. With his eyes covered, Miranda felt the daring urge to lean forward and swipe once against the velvety tip with her tongue.
“Fucking hell.” His words were drawn, ragged. So exquisitelyraw.
Fuck. Shit. Fucking…shit.Devin couldn’t put a single thought together. He had anticipated his bold, daring Miranda to explore him with her hands. However much a maiden, she was hardly squeamish. And he’d focused very, very intently on not coming all over her hands mere seconds after she’d started.
Then, Gods—fuck—the warm, wet glide of her tongue on his cock had sent him to another plane of existence. Mostly because he hadnotexpected it, though, in hindsight, he should have.
Emboldened by his reaction, or just because she was a ruthless vixen, she’d lapped at the underside of him while her hand pumped up and down.
And fuck.
He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Mira,” he tried, hating the agony in his voice, but he was determined not to finish all over her mouth—no matter how tempting—when she might not even be aware of what she was doing. He dared looking at her again, watching the boldest red strobe with each sweep of her tongue. And words slammed through him with each shimmer of color. Lust. Need. Bliss. Crave.
He was so close. If he didn’t act now, there was no turning back.
Even though his body was rioting with protest, Devin twisted her hair in his fingers and pulled.
Devin’s grip on her hair snatched Miranda’s attention. She looked up—murderous at being stopped when she thought she was doing a decent job—and followed the not-quite-gentle but not-quite-painful pull on her hair until she was level with Devin’s face.
And when he kissed her, there was an undercurrent of threat that shivered through her. Touching him had been arousing enough, but with his fingers still entwined with her hair, he used the free hand to slip down her stomach, reaching the building warmth between her thighs.
The noises that rose up her throat were almost animalistic. Low breathy moans and sighs that she couldn’t have silenced if she wanted. Each slow stroke or intentional sweep, twisted and coiled as she chased that delicious release.
Slowly his fingers untangled from her hair and settled on the small of her back, pushing her forward. Miranda walked with her knees as she allowed him to guide her. Further and further until he had to move the arm filling her with the best sort of tension back to his side because the angle was too steep. She was straddling his chest and he continued easing her forward until she was kneeling over his face.
Oh.
Andholy shit.
It was amazing before, but there was no doubt that using mouths for pleasure was at the top of the list of what she preferred. There was something captivating about his new position, something undeniablybest. And she had soared from building pleasure to almost there in seconds.
And then he used his hand to rock her hips back and forth.
And that was all the encouragement she needed. Using the slow undulating motions she knew her body craved, Miranda chased her release on Devin’s face. The power and pleasure shot lightning through her body. Every muted note ofhispleasurevibrated against her core and thrust her higher, closer, speeding toward ecstasy.
And it took no time at all for her to come crashing down, catching herself on her hands to avoid crushing him as wave after wave liquefied her limbs.
And, once he’d untangled himself from her wobbly legs, it was clear in his eyes they were far from done.
