Her back arched. Her womb pulsed. She reached for orgasm but?—
Again, he stopped. Again, she protested. And again, he expertly brought her back down until the terrible tension eased and her clenched muscles relaxed.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
It happened over and over again until she lost count of the number of times she’d almost, almost slipped over the edge.
At one point, she didn’t know if she should beg him to stop or tell him to keep teasing her forever. She wanted both. And so she let him do as he pleased until she was mindless to anything that wasn’t his magical hands and talented mouth.
By the time he whispered, “Okay, sweetheart. Cum for me,” she was incapable of doing anything other than he commanded.
Her eyelids slitted. She could see his profile from beneath her lashes. The determined clench of his jaw. The subtle flare of his nostrils. The prurient intensity of his gaze as he watched what he was doing to her.
She might have been embarrassed, exposed to him like she was, vulnerable and submitting to him like she was. But he’d pleasured her past the point of caring about anything other than her body’s desperate need for release.
When she came, it was so sudden that it surprised her. She didn’t know if she cried out his name or whimpered in relief as her body clamped down tight around his marauding fingers.
A kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind her eyelids when wave after wave of painful pleasure crashed through her. Her hips worked. Her heart thundered. Her sex shuddered and clasped and gripped in greediness for more, more, ever more.
He gave it to her. Teased her. Stroked her. Worked her until the last ripples of release faded away and she was left sated. Languid. Collapsing against his chest as his heart raced against her back, and his breaths came harsh and heavy.
“Holy hell. That was hot,” he grumbled after he’d given her time to recover.
She murmured her disapproval when he slipped his fingers from inside her. But then he rubbed her own wetness around her areola, and it was enough to have tiny aftershocks shaking her core.
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, her coming down from the throes of the hardest orgasm she’d ever had. Him continuing to lazily play her body as expertly as a master musician plays his instrument.
Eventually, though, reality returned.
Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal he was still avidly interested in the length of her splayed out in front of him. His hands continued to skate over her skin with the kind of hot hunger that had her stretching and murmuring and smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
“I was right.” She turned her face to nip at the skin of his neck.
“About what?” His voice was ragged with unquenched lust.
“You do have secret ways to make me gasp and moan, endless tricks to make me writhe and beg.”
He growled his satisfaction. Before she could think, she was flat on her back with him looming above her.
She bit her lip at the passion in his eyes. “Is it your turn now?” she teased, lifting her head to nibble at his lower lip, loving the scrape of his beard against her chin.
“Not quite yet.” And then his mouth landed on her breast, and his hot tongue stabbed at her nipple.
30
Hew was more than ready for a turn.
In fact, he’d been so worked up from watching her body reach for orgasm time and again—from feeling her growing softer and hotter and wetter by the minute—that by the time he’d finally pushed her over the edge, by the time her inner walls had clamped down on his fingers with enough force to rub his knuckles together, he’d nearly lost it.
Had nearly blown his passion all over her back.
Now? He could so easily pull her beneath him. So easily plunge inside her wet, willing body. He’d more than made sure she was prepared to accommodate him.
And if he was being honest, a huge part of him was tempted to do exactly that. But a bigger part of him, the part that had spent months fantasizing about this moment, dreaming of everything he would do to her, demanded he take his time.
Besides, even though he’d touched her in ways that had left a brand on his brain, he had yet to taste her.
