I hide the ferocious jealousy that spikes in my chest. No, I’m not fucking ok with that. I’m giving her back to George, but if that’s all she’s offering tonight, then I’ll take it for now. But I’ll find a way to make her fall for me. Before we return to London, I’ll rip those rose-tinted glasses off her eyes. I will make her see George for who he is. A man who is not in love with her. I will show her that she is casting pearls before swine. And I will make her see that she is not in love with him either.
“Sure, we’ll do it on your terms. No pressure. No complications. But I’ll be damned if I don’t make it the best experience you’ve ever had.” I pause and grin wolfishly. “And if you go and fall in love with me, then that’s on you.”
Her eyes are enormous, and her breath catches in her throat. “Deal.”
I pull her closer to me, and she shivers against me. Our lips meet again, softer this time, teasing, exploring. Her hands trail over my chest, and move higher, her fingers deftly finding the line of my jaw, the curve of my shoulders. My hands reach down over the contours of her back, pulling her body so tight, my raging cock digs into her flesh.
We savor every second of our kiss until we reach the hallway to my bedroom. Somehow, it unleashes something in us, and our movements become frenzied with ravenousness, our hands groping at each other frantically, our clothes flying off as we devour each other’s mouths.
By the time we reach my bedroom door, we are both buck naked, and my cock is so hard it’s throbbing like a wild animal. I can’t wait to touch Pippa. To taste her. I smell her lust. She’s more than ready for me.
With her clothes gone, her breasts are glorious. For a second, I stop and stare at the sight. Then she pushes them against my chest, skin to skin, and writhes against me. My hands run greedily across her naked back, traipsing downwards, gripping and squeezing her bare ass almost as if I’m trying to pull her into me.
She bites her lip, her eyes dark with desire. I feel rather than hear the low growl that escapes me. I tug her inside my moonlit bedroom and kick the door closed behind us.
“Rhett,” she murmurs. It’s a whisper of surrender. Her hands explore me, tentative at first, then with growing confidence, and I respond in kind, tracing the line of her hips, the curve of her waist.
Every touch, every brush of our lips, every whispered moan brings us closer, the tension between us snapping like a live wire. She’s yielding, yes, but with a spark of defiance, reminding me that she’s in control, even as we both teeter on the edge of surrender.
Silvery colored shadows across the walls watch as I suddenly scoop her up into my arms. She gasps and laughs softly, and the sound is laced with breathless excitement. There’s a tremor of anticipation in it that echoes inside me too.
I drop her on the bed, and as I get the rubber on, I watch her bounce. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. Deeply buried in plump pillows, her eyes find mine, sparkling and full of expectation. I crawl onto the bed beside her. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I let my hands roam freely, exploring, memorizing her throat, her breasts, her stomach. Everything is mine. And not just for tonight.
I lean down to kiss her neck, tasting the intoxicating warmth of her skin. Slowly, I suck the soft skin. When she looks in the mirror tomorrow, she will know she is mine. She arches herself towards me, her lips parting in a soft gasp. I leave her neck and return to that open mouth. Hunger. I taste her hunger, and it is heady.
I pull my mouth away from hers and kiss down her body, heading for her sweet pussy. I promised her the night of her life, and that is exactly what she is getting. It’s going to be ‘George who?’ by the time I’ve had my way with her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Pippa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GC5E8ie2pdM
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My stomach swirls with anticipation as Rhett’s traveling mouth finally reaches my pussy. I wait for it. For the delicious sensation of his tongue on my clit, but he bypasses it. Instead, he moves to my inner thighs, kissing down one and back up the other one. My skin tingles, and goose bumps chase each other back and forth beneath his touch.
Then, suddenly, without warning, and with glittering, greedy eyes, he pushes my knees wide apart and swoops down. And just like that, his warm, rough tongue is on my clit, lapping, licking, and sucking it as if it is the most delicious fruit he has ever tasted. It feels good. So good. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. I feel my cheeks burning. Not with embarrassment or shame, but pleasure.
I expect Rhett to do what I’m used to, what George always does, give me a couple of minutes of half-hearted licks, before heenters me for the real show, but Rhett … Rhett doesn’t do that. No, he doesn’t. He stays.
Oh, my world! He stays and works my clit expertly with his mouth and tongue … and already, already I am feeling things I’ve never felt before. My clit is coming to life, pulsing with a sweet pleasure that leaves me reeling. I don’t know quite what to do with the feeling, but I like it and I find myself grabbing handfuls of the duvet under me and twisting them helplessly in my fists as he keeps working me.
I can feel the pleasure building, and I know I’m rushing headlong towards something, but I am not sure what exactly. All I know is I’m about to have my first ever orgasm from a man giving me head. I grit my teeth, waiting for it, unsure of how it will feel. I have never climaxed with George. Not once. I usually have to take care of it myself. Sometimes, while he is asleep next to me, and sometimes in the bathroom. Always, it is rushed and quick.
Rhett shifts slightly, and his clever tongue goes away. For a second, I feel frustrated, but his touch isn’t gone for long. His fingers replace his tongue on my clit. He rubs me in a figure eight shape, as his tongue pushes into my pussy. To my shock, he starts tongue fucking me. I feel overwhelmed with the sensations flying through me, and I can’t contain the odd squeak that slips out of me.
That pressure is building, building, and if it doesn’t find a release soon, I feel like I am going to blow up. I find myself pressing myself against Rhett’s fingers, making his touch harder, and bucking my hips, rubbing myself on him.
George would be disgusted by such brazen behavior. Rhett, on the other hand, seems to be spurred on by my wanton enjoyment. He withdraws his tongue from my pussy and licks around the edges, hungrily lapping up the juices that are pouring out of me.
Suddenly, the release comes, and it’s like nothing, nothing I have ever felt before.
My clit sends waves of pure pleasure through me, but I don’t just feel my orgasm there. I feel it in my stomach, the muscles contracting wildly. I feel it in my breasts, my nipples, my neck, my lips, my head. My nerves feel like they are exploding with so much pleasure. My whole body vibrates with it. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I am just consumed by the intense rush of pleasure. It is so powerful, I don’t know how much more of it I can take, but I trust Rhett. He seems to know my body better than I do.
His fingers move around my clit, forming a V shape, and then they squeeze inwards, and the extra sensation sends me over the edge once more. I open my mouth, gasping for air, but feel as if I’m getting none. I manage to snatch a breath that comes out in a loud ‘ahhhh’ sound. My toes literally curl as I take another breath, and I hear myself screaming Rhett’s name, unable to stop myself.
His fingers and his mouth move away from my pussy and my clit as I come down from what I can only describe as the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my whole life. It’s like I died and went to heaven. Shocked and astonished, I lay still as he kisses his way back up my body.
