She attempted to close her legs, but he stopped her with a hand on either knee.
“No, babe. Don’t hide that spectacular view from me.” And it was spectacular. Swollen lips. A little triangle of trimmed black hair covering her plump mound. “You’re so pretty and red and juicy.”
“Dagan…” There was self-consciousness in her voice.
He couldn’t understand why. Like the rest of Chelsea, that part of her was perfect. And this time he reallydidfall to his knees. Partly because his legs were jelly. And partly because the move put his face right where he wanted it to be.
Without hesitation, he draped her legs over his shoulders. The musky-sweet scent of her filled his nose and detonated inside his brain like an H-bomb. His mouth watered. He was a starving man looking at an all-you-can-eat buffet. And you could bet your ass he planned to savor each taste, each lick, every bite.
“Dagan.” Her hand landed in his hair, tangling there. “You don’t have to.”
“And that’s where you’re wrong. I have to. I’ll die if I don’t.”
He rubbed a thumb up her soaking seam, then brought the pad to his mouth, licking it clean. His eyes fluttered closed. His nostrils flared wide.
Her taste.Jesus H.It was salty and sweet, whetting his appetite for the enviable task ahead.
Bending, he pressed his lips to her. Chelsea hissed, and against his tongue, he felt her throb like a beating heart.
“Oh my,” she moaned, her passion-darkened eyes watching him.
Smiling up at her, he set about his business in earnest. For long moments he loved her, treating her to the talents of his lips and tongue. Every moan she made, every whimper ripped from her throat taught him more about her.
She liked it when he sucked on her. But shelovedit when he flicked the nerve-rich bundle at the top of her sex with his tongue. Fast and hard, then slow and steady. Then fast and hard again.
“Dagan!” The hand in his hair fisted tighter. Tight enough to make the strands pinch and protest.
His Southern girl was forgetting her nice manners. And he loved it.
When her thighs clamped around his ears, he redoubled his efforts. Bringing up his thumb, he place it over her clitoris, giving it a good, rough rub that made her pant and howl. Once he was satisfied she was good to go there, he thrust his tongue deep. His reward was the clenching of her inner muscles.
She’s close.
The knowledge made his balls buzz. Idiots were just begging for release. But he resolved to teach them a lesson in patience. Right now was all about her.Herpleasure.Herrelease.
Moving his lips back to her clit, he sucked and flicked at the same time he pressed his thumb inside her.
Once more, her inner muscles contracted. Good God, she was a tight little thing. And for another thirty seconds, while he licked and flicked and sucked, he tested her limits. Tested his own too.
Then her whole body began to tremble like she was riding out an earthquake. He considered pulling back and letting her come down before bringing her back to the edge again—he didn’t want this to stop; he wanted it to go on forever—but who was he kidding? The desire to see her come, to feel it and taste it, was stronger than anything else.
So he brought her home.
She stiffened when she reached the pinnacle, muscles locked, head thrown back, a loud scream that might have been his name lodged in her throat. Then she turned boneless on the way down, collapsing back on her elbows. Her listless legs slipped from his shoulders even as her sweet cleft continued to throb against his tongue.
Turning his face, he kissed the inside of her silky thigh, then sucked the pulse point there. Hard. Marking her as his woman.
“Mmm,” she moaned languidly, the hand in his hair gentling until she cupped his face. “You—” She tried to talk but had to swallow. “You really brought your A game today, didn’t you?”
“Nothing but the best for you, babe.”
Standing, he shucked his clothes in record time. All the while, he watched her watching him with those lazy, sexy, jungle-cat eyes. She looked smug.Sated.Then came the moment when satiation gave way to new hunger. Hunger…and maybe a little trepidation.
“You have a preternaturally huge dick,” she blurted, grabbing her glasses from the countertop and slipping them on.
He didn’t know aboutthat. What hedidknow was that his aching cock needed some attention. The dumbass was literally weeping for it.
Putting his own hand to work, he tried to soothe the poor bastard while Chelsea caught her bottom lip between her teeth, eyeing every stroke, every pull, her breaths coming faster and faster until she was panting.
