“I am,” I say without thinking.
“Why don’t you look like you’re talking about lunch, Lucky?” she says evenly, but a smirk is pulling at the corner of her mouth. I see something light in those pretty blue eyes of hers.
“Well, I was at first,” I say as I stalk across the room slowly. “But then you were there, just existing, and, well…”
And holy shit, I love my new life, murder bits and all, because Willow’s eyes darken. And she reaches down and pulls her shirt right up and off.
“Show me what you really meant, Lucky,” she says, and her tone is breathy and dead serious.
“Hell yes,” I growl as I cross the rest of the way to her. “Eyes on me, Dagger Kitten. I want you watching every second of this.”
I scoop her from the couch, and she gives a delighted squeal. I haul her onto the rug, looking back at the floor-to-ceiling window behind us. Perfect. There’s just the right amount of daylight right now. I can see every bit of us reflected in the window.
It might not be the mirror room, but it’s still pretty damn good.
“Lie back,” I tell Willow, even as I pull my own shirt off and yank my pants off. Willow does as I ask, and I unbutton her pants. And now, I take my time as I slowly work them down her hips. Fuck. She has the most perfect little tummy. The most perfect thighs. The best fucking calves. I strip her pants off and toss them aside.
Next, I hook my fingers into her black thong and pull it down. Down. Down. I look up, catching Willow’s eyes as I do it, and there’s nothing but molten heat and curiosity there. Good. That was the worst feeling in the world when we’d kissed and she’djust froze. The shame in her eyes is something I never, ever want to see again.
“You’re fucking perfect, Willow,” I say as I press a kiss to her knee. I brush a hand down her leg. “Open for me?” It’s a request, an ask. Because she is always, always in charge.
And slowly, she does. She lets one knee drop open to the side, and as I slide my hand along her thigh, she lets the other open as well.
Like the thirsty drunk I am, I take her in. Her pussy is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Pink. Puffy. She has a narrow trail of hair leading straight to the star of the damn show.
“Breathe, Willow,” I instruct when I realize she’s holding her breath. “You want the pillows to relax onto?”
She nods, and I whip a hand out to yank them from the couch. I prop them behind her head, and she finally relaxes into them. I settle onto the rug on my stomach, propped up on my forearms. My gaze once more fixes on the object of my obsession.
Unable to wait a second longer, my tongue laps out, and I get my first taste.
In the first second, I know it won’t be my last.
Good fuck, it won’t be my last.
She’s sweet and slick and she tastes like the rest of forever. I lap out again, dragging my tongue from slit to clit before giving it a hard, pulling suck.
A curse slips out of Willow’s lips as her head falls back against the pillows and her hands rise to fist in her hair.
“Eyes on me, Willow,” I remind her, vibrating the words against her clit. “I want you watching every second of this.”
With a sigh, she lifts her head again, meeting my eyes.
I go back to work. I lap her again. My hands come to frame her pussy, easing my palms over her smooth skin.
“Spank me,” she shocks me when she pants the request out.
“Yes, fucking ma’am,” I grin against her clit. I smack my right hand against her ass cheek, and she lets out a pleased groan. “Keep asking for anything else you want.”
“I don’t really know what I want,” she admits, panting now. “But I suddenly needed that.”
“Good girl,” I growl as I bite my teeth into her clit, dragging them over her most tender place. “Now take a breath for me.”
She does, and I slide two fingers inside her. She still gasps, even with the preparation. But she takes me easily with how slick she is.
Fuck. She’s so damn wet, and it’s only been a few minutes. And she’s so fucking tight. When we had sex in the mirror room, I thought she was going to cut my dick clean off with how tight she is, and it was the best feeling in the world.
It’s no different now. I’m dying to bury myself in her again, but not until I make her come with my mouth first.
