Holy shit. I thought men hated doing this. For a fleeting moment, I’m self-conscious, unsure that I’m ready for such an intimate act with a man I barely know.
“Show me you trust me. Let me worship you, please you.” But when I take a deep breath, I can feel his adoration in my heart, and his care, deep in my soul. And with this potentially being my last chance to experience it, I nod.
“Yes.” The word comes out as a moan. “Yes, please, yes…”
The first touch of his tongue makes me scream.
Bodhi covers my mouth with his hand and whispers a shh against my clit that has me rising off the floor and moaning into his palm.
“If you mean it, you’ll come for me.” He demands.
Surely, it’s not that simple.
I’m about to point that out when he licks through my folds in one long, slow stroke, then closes his mouth over my clit and sucks.
My hands fly to his hair, gripping the dark strands as my hips buck against his face.
He growls against me, and the vibration sends shockwaves through my entire body.
“Oh God,” I mumble. I’m shaking, trembling, barely able to stay still, but knowing I need to. “Bodhi, I’m going to… I can’t…”
My denial seems to either enrage or encourage him.
He doesn’t let up. His tongue circles my clit in tight, relentless patterns while his hands grip my hips, holding me in place and taking everything I have to give. When he slides one hand around to grip my ass, tilting me into his mouth, I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave. Wildfire. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I hear myself crying out his name, feel my body convulsing against his mouth, but it’s all distant, drowned out by the pleasure consuming every nerve ending.
He works me through it, his tongue gentling as the aftershocks roll through me, until I’m sagging against him, boneless and gasping.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, pressing a kiss there, then to the sensitive skin behind my knee as he stands. “So fucking beautiful.”
I’m still trying to remember how to breathe when he pulls me into his arms and cradles me against his chest.
His erection presses against my hip, thick and hard, as he holds me, and I reach for him instinctively, but he catches my wrist.
“No.” His voice is rough with restraint.
“What?” He was supposed to take me. To take my virginity. “But you didn’t…” I pout, scarcely believing he’s denying me. We might never get another chance.
“Tonight was about you.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, achingly tender. “About making you feel good.”
Still feeling dizzy and dazed from the orgasm, I blink up at him, confused. “I thought you’d want to…”
Something close to pain blazes in his eyes. “I want to.” He groans before taking my mouth in a devastating kiss. “There’s nothing I want more than to take you and claim you for myself.”
I taste myself on his lips and groan, astounded by the fact that I feel powerful and turned on, and not repulsed. None of this is how I imagined it.
“All I want is to come deep inside you, while you break around my cock, screaming my name, over and over again.”
I thought I was done, but suddenly, my libido is roaring back to life, ready for round two.
“But I made you promise that you wouldn’t do anything that might get you killed. So, I’m not going to be the one that breaks it.”
It takes a minute for my sluggish brain to catch up, then I laugh weakly. I did promise that, but I didn’t mean it. “You fight dirty.”
Surely there are laws against that, and anything said under the duress of orgasm withdrawal doesn’t count.
“I fight to win.” He carries me to the bed, laying me down on the silk coverlet with a gentleness that makes my chest ache. “I’m going to get you out of here. But I need you alive to do it.”
