“Put your mouth on me, Fish.” Her hips arched impatiently. “I can’t stand it a second longer.”
“I’ve had my mouth all over ya, darlin’.”
“You know what I mean.” She pumped her hips again. “Please.”
“Lemme hear ya say it.”
She lifted her chin. Her lids were lowered to half-mast, the definition of bedroom eyes. And when she spoke, her words were the definition of seduction. “Lick my pussy, Fisher. Tongue my clit until I cream.”
He growled, the sound seeming to come up from the depths of his soul. “With pleasure, darlin’.”
Her feminine flesh was pink and slick with desire. Her little clit was swollen and peeking from beneath its hood. Lowering his mouth to her most delicate flesh, he set about torturing it with his tongue.
Her voice was rough as her nails bit into his scalp. “God, yes, Fish. Just like that.”
He settled in to truly feast, watching the way she threw her head back against the pillows, paying attention to how she unconsciously played with her own breasts, tweaking her nipples and rubbing them between her fingers.
Is there anything sexier than a woman who participates in her own pleasure?he wondered.If so, I’ve yet to find it.
Time and space had no meaning as he flicked and sucked and paid special attention to what made her catch her breath and writhe beneath him. It wasn’t long before she began to make the climb.
She caught his hair in her hands to press his mouth harder against her, to aid herself in rubbing her delicious sex against his happily working tongue.
Her smell was tart and clean.
Her taste was tangy and sweet.
When he glanced up to check her progress, the lamplight bathed her breasts and belly in a golden glow. And he was reminded of a poem he’d recently read by Pablo Neruda.“I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your body.”
She was a sunbeam. And he was ravenous. Not to mention the way she was riding his face in abandon was so unbearably erotic that he had to press his dick into the top sheet to keep himself from humping his way to orgasm.
He was so swollen and achy, his balls so hard and needy. It wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge.
“Fisher,” she gasped when he slid two fingers inside her and set up a steady rhythm. “God, yes. I’m so close.”
She blindly thrust her hips to meet his fucking fingers. And when she finally flew over the edge, he held still inside her, marveling at the hard, quick contractions of her vaginal walls. Loving the way she screamed his name until it ended on a shattering moan. Breathing deeply the smell of her arousal until it’d coated the inside of his nose the way the taste of her coated the inside of his mouth.
She shuddered against him over and over, her thighs clamped tight around his ears, her legs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure continued to roll through her. And then…
She collapsed.
Her hands fell away from his hair to lay palm-up on the bed. Her thighs let go of their vice grip around his head. And her breath shuddered out of her on one long, windy sigh.
He crawled up to lay beside her.
Her raven hair was a wild tumble across his pillow. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. And her face was absolutely glowing.
Petting her softly, he ran a single finger over her collarbones, her ribs, briefly delving into her belly button as she slowly returned from the heavenly heights of orgasm and once more inhabited the earthy plane.
When her eyes blinked open, he noted they were still unfocused. “Ya—” She had to stop, clear her throat, and try again. “You’re quite good at that.”
He nuzzled her neck because he loved how warm her skin was there, how it held on to that ephemeral bergamia tree scent that was uniquely Eliza. “So are you, darlin’.”
She chuckled. “Only with you.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said that.” He pulled back and watched her eyes find his and focus. “But ya don’t have to pander to my ego. I know you’ve had lovers before.”
She cocked her head on the pillow. Her tone was the one she used when they tiffed.
