When he worded it that way, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to share something real with him. Something I didn’t share with anyone else. How fucked up was that?
“So what are you asking for?” Looking into his handsome face with a wicked grin that promised all kinds of things I wanted, I waited for his answer.
“You don’t have to tell me a thing you don’t want to. Just don’t lie to me. It’s fine to choose not to share, but if you do, make sure it’s the truth. When you react to something we do together—good or bad—make sure you’re being honest. With both of us.”
I was okay until the last bit. I could tell him the truth or not tell him anything. That was manageable, but when he added in the not lying to myself bit, he added a whole new dimension to the no-strings-attached fucking I’d been counting on. I had to stop for amoment to actually consider his words. One-night stands always seemed to work better when considering was kept to a minimum. The fact that, despite the uncomfortable conversation, I was having a hard time imagining one night would be enough was another fucking red flag. Pun intended.
That in and of itself should have been enough to make me send him out the door and reach for my vibrator. I could tell him no. Just because he was watching me like I was the exact thing he’d asked for Christmas morning and he couldn’t wait to play didn’t mean I had to say yes. It didn’t matter that he’d been surprising me all night and that everything he’d suggested up until this awkward negotiation had been better than what I’d imagined. I didn’t have to say yes.
“Okay. Yes.”
His answering grin burned away all the doubts that I didn’t have.
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SHE SAID YES. I might not know her well—or really at all—but I had a good idea how much that three-letter word cost Charlotte. I intended to put my significant skill to work making sure she never regretted saying it.
“Brilliant.” I tightened my grip on her ankle and felt her toes flex against my thigh, perilously close to my cock, which had gone from hard to rock hard with her yes. “Because now we can do this. Don’t let go of the headboard.” I laced my voice with the command I used when I expected to be obeyed and positioned her foot on the bed so her legs were spread wide enough for me to settle between them.
I fucking loved eating pussy. I loved the way a woman tasted, the way they were each just a little different, the way their bodies moved, either leaning into the pleasure or winding tighter until they spiraled out of control. I was going to make a feast out of Charlotte, and once I made her come, I was going to start all over and do it again. And again until she cried uncle. And then I’d take her over the edge one more time before finally sinking into her swollen, clenching sex and fucking her until she fell apart in my arms. I was a man witha plan and all the time in the world to put it into action.
Cupping her ass with my hands, I lifted her closer to my mouth, placing a trail of kisses along the inside of her thigh before pressing my lips to her lace-covered sex. I felt the tension in her thighs and for a moment, I simply breathed her in, learning her scent, loving the way her body tightened like a bow string. I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her sweet cunt, exhaling in a warm rush that made her ass clench and her breath go out on a sigh. She might have started focused on the finish line, but with a little bit of coaxing, my goal-oriented woman knew how to let go. I could do much more than a little bit of coaxing if it meant wringing every bit of pleasure from her gorgeous body.
Her panties were slick from her heat and my mouth, and I licked the seam of her sex before grazing my teeth over her mound. I bit gently, with just enough pressure to feel her muscles bunch under my hands and hear her voice catch in a sound I was sure I could turn into a whimper. I ran my tongue over her panties, relishing the slight tang of her arousal and the rough scrape of the lace against my tongue. When her hips started to buck as if she were fighting the urge to get closer to my mouth and demanding the right at the same time, I slid my tongue under the edge of the lace, losing myself in her wet heat.
She made a noise partway between a moan and a whimper, and I glanced up from my place between her legs. She watched me, her eyes heavy lidded but intent, and I repeated the movement with my tongue.
“Fuck, Ford.” She exhaled, heels digging into the mattress, hips straining against my mouth, and I didn’t bother to fight the grin curving my lips against her sweet sex.
I could see the way her hands clutched the headboard, her grip alternately tightening and loosening, depending on what I did with my mouth. It felt like playing an instrument with my tongue, and I fucking loved it.
“That’s the plan, darling. But not yet. I want more of you first.” Sliding my hands from her ass, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and tugged them over her hips, sitting up just long enough to get the scrap of damp lace down her legs and off her beautiful body.
Keeping my gaze on her face so I could judge her reaction, I licked up the slick seam of her sex, grazing the hard nub of her clit without giving in to the urge to spend more time on it than a passing glance. Charlotte wasn’t the only one with goals. My goal was to wind her so tight that when the orgasm finally took her, she’d fall apart in a gorgeous ball of pleasure. If I did my job right, by the time I was finished, she wouldn’t have the breath to beg me to stop or to keep going, and I wouldn’t need her to tell me what she wantedbecause her body would tell me what she needed.
“You taste so good, ma petite. Such a pretty pussy, cher.” I dipped my tongue into her opening, lapping at her sweet, slick heat and grinning to myself as she strained against my hands to get closer. I didn’t need her to tell me what she needed, but I wanted to hear the words from her lips. I knew without asking, owning what she wanted was going to be a big deal for a woman who was always in control of everything. I wanted her to surrender for a few hours to the pleasure we could give each other, and I wanted her to do it consciously.
“What do you need?” I asked, deliberately teasing her, dipping the tip of my tongue into her opening before using it to circle her swollen clit.
“Inside. Dammit, Ford.” The words came out part curse and part plea.
My chest tightened at the dance between going slow enough to savor every bit of her pleasure and giving her what she asked for.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
Her fingers flexed, moving restlessly across the headboard, and I saw the moment she considered letting go. I also saw her gather her resolve and grip the metal bar tighter. I didn’t have a doubt in the world which way that was going to go. There was no way in hell she’d risk losing what she considered a bet. Letting go of the headboard, even if it was to slide her fingers in my hair and steer my mouth to exactly where she wanted it, wasn’t something Charlotte would do. I’d have to do it for her.
I slid first one then two fingers inside her and watched her head fall back against the bedframe. And then I curled my fingers, stroking until I found the rough patch of her G-spot. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked while my fingers worked back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves just inside her opening, and her body bowed tight, like a stringed instrument. One I was going to learn how to play. My hand and mouth worked in tandem, driving her on until I felt her sex clench around my fingers.
“Please. God. More.” The words fell from her lips in a steady stream—part chant, part prayer—as I kept up the pace with my hands and my mouth.
It only took a moment longer and then she was spiraling against my lips, her cunt clenching around my fingers like a vise while I lapped up every bit of her arousal as if it were the sweetest nectar in the world and I was some kind of fucking honey bee.
“Coming...oh God. I’m coming.”
I didn’t need the words to know what was happening, but I fucking loved hearingthem. There was something about watching a strong woman like Charlotte—hearing and feeling a strong woman like Charlotte—give in to her pleasure that did me in. I had every intention of taking her over the edge another half dozen times, but none of it would be as good as seeing this gorgeous creature surrender to her pleasure the first time.
“That’s it, cher. Give it to me. I can take it.” I kept up a steady stroking pressure deep inside her body and ran my tongue up and down either side of her clit, careful not to apply direct pressure to the overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
