And good god! I need to taste her!
He used the tricks he’d learned while teasing her breasts with his fingers to tease them with his tongue. He swirled. He flicked. He sucked—always careful of her bruised flesh—until she was once again mewling and wiggling and begging.
Her bucking hips rubbed her hot juices along his length because she’d wrapped her pretty legs around his waist. And by the time he moved down her body—skating his lips along her ribs, dipping his tongue into her belly button, nipping at the jut of her hip bones—he had to press his dick hard into the mattress to find some relief for the ache she’d built.
His nostrils flared at the scent of her. Warm, healthy, recently sated woman. His mouth watered in anticipation when he hooked her knees over his shoulders. And his gaze narrowed at the sight of her so close. So swollen and pink. So ready and willing.
Her clitoris was engorged, peeking past its little hood and begging him for more attention. With a feral growl, he obliged, covering it with his mouth.
She was sweet and salty. Tart and tangy. Everything a woman should be.
He wanted to rub his lips all over her, bury his face so deep that her scent and essence slicked his entire face. Instead, he settled in and slowly feasted.
Just like with her breasts, he’d learned how she liked to be teased. Liked to be rubbed. And he used his tongue to torment her, to push her back up the mountain of passion until she teetered at the brink.
He didn’t delay her gratification this time. Instead, he slipped two fingers deep inside her core, rubbed his tongue gently against the hard nub at the top of her sex, and let her fling herself over the edge.
Her flavor exploded in his mouth at the same time her body exploded in pleasure.
She was a goddess taking her fill after being worshiped the way she was meant to be. And he was the lucky bastard, the mere mortal, she’d deigned to let please her.
The harsh sound of her rapid breaths met his ears when her thighs finally fell away from his face. The hold she had on his hair loosened. And the hard pulse of her body around his fingers settled to mere flutters.
He kissed the inside of her thigh. Nipped her hip bone. Swirled his tongue into her belly button. And gently laved her nipple on his journey back up her body.
Then, he lay beside her, watching her breasts rise and fall, memorizing the way her belly quivered, and loving the pink flush that tinted every inch of her skin.
His dick flexed in entreaty. But honestly, if she’d said she was done, if she’d told him she couldn’t continue, he’d have been satisfied. Because pleasing her was better than any orgasm he’d ever had and?—
“Now it’s definitely your turn,” she declared, her eyes languid and hot when she shoved him onto his back and straddled him.
Oh, thank god.
“Ya don’t have to?—”
“Maybe I should’ve said it’s my turn to have my way with you,” she growled as she claimed his mouth.
If he’d thought having her splayed out in front of him was heaven, then there wasn’t a word for what it was like having her on top of him.
Her breasts brushed his chest. Her thighs cradled his hips. And he couldn’t help spanning her waist before slipping his hands around to grab the full, round globes of her ass.
He grumbled his disappointment at having to let go when she started mapping his torso with her mouth. Then he groaned with pleasure when her lips found his nipples, his ribs, his belly, his…
She stopped an inch above the head of his cock. It flexed toward her, begging when her breath sent licks of heat over him.
“Touch me. Lick me. Suck me,” he wanted to tell her. But he wasn’t sure she was ready for demands.
Instead, he held his breath and waited, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb smoothing along her jawline. Not coaxing. Not cajoling. Simply accepting whatever she wanted to take. Whatever she wanted to give.
“Can I touch you?” Her words sounded ragged.
He let out a harsh breath he hadn’t even known he was holding. “God, yes. Please.”
Without delay, she wrapped her fingers around his needy dick and tugged.
His toes curled. His hand fisted the sheets. And now he was the one gasping and whimpering and unable to stop himself from bucking into her grip because it brought such sweet relief. Such unimaginable pleasure.
She made everything so much better—or worse?—when she swallowed his head and he was lost in the hot haven of her mouth. In the wicked flick of her tongue. In the hard suction of her lips.
