“Soeverythingyou’ve done to me—I can do the same to you?”
Hell, yes.
“There are no rules in our bed, remember?” He couldn’t resist reaching out to tuck a silken tress behind her ear. “If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, have at it.”
“I’ve always liked the idea ofcarte blanche,” she said with a flirty grin.
The sensual mischief in her eyes ratcheted up his desire to near perilous proportions. His stones pulsed, steamy pressure building in his shaft. Another bead of moisture formed on his cockhead, and his heart thudded as Primrose stared intently at the pearly droplet. Would she…?
She leaned forward and licked it off.
Christ Almighty.
He instantly spurted more seed, and she licked him again. A breathless grunt left him as he watched her little pink tongue flick back and forth over his swollen dome. She did this while frigging him with a feather-light touch. Prolonging the pleasure, building it this way was usually the act of someone who’d mastered the love arts, and the irony didn’t escape him that Primrose, in her innocence, was keeping him right there on the razor’s edge.
Then she fitted her lips over the tip of his cock and gave a light, awkward suck. She did it again, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or groan at the exquisite torment of being treated to inexperienced fellatio. On her third attempt, his fingers tangled in her hair, bringing her head up.
She looked adorably befuddled. “Am I doing this right?”
“If your aim is to torture me,” he said, amused, “then definitely. If you want me to come—”
“I want you to come.” Her sweet, earnest reply nearly brought about her wish. “Won’t you please show me how?”
In a heartbeat, he had her in his arms, carrying her to the blazing hearth.
“Why did we leave the bed?” she said breathlessly.
He sat in the wingchair, settling her on the carpet between his legs. He ran a thumb along her cheekbone. “It’s easier for you to suck my cock in this position, love.”
“Oh.” A sultry awareness entered her eyes. She raised herself on her knees, her hands falling lightly on his corded thighs. “What should I, um, do?”
He fisted his prick, adoring her feminine hunger, the way her gaze followed the movement of his hand as he frigged himself slowly. “Take as much in your mouth as you can—the deeper the better. Try relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose. Lastly, be careful with your teeth. Any questions?”
She shook her head.
He slid his free hand into her hair, holding her head steady while he carefully fed her the first few inches of his cock. Fire blazed down his spine as his shaft disappeared between her pure pink lips.Bloody heaven. He tried to control the pace, to not demand too much of her during her first foray into oral play. It soon became clear, however, that she was a quick study.
Her hair draping over his thighs in pale streamers, she took him deeper and deeper into her hot, wet hole. She sucked his rod with a dainty fervor that filled him with lust and wonder. No one had ever dedicated herself to his pleasure this completely. No one had ever cared about pleasing him the way she did. No one had ever made him feel thiswanted. When she swatted his hand off his cock so she could take him deeper still, he nearly blew his seed. Then and there.
He gripped the arms of the chair as she tested his resolve, cramming more and more of his prick into her mouth. When he nudged the end of her throat, she coughed, the reflexive squeeze making his neck arch in bliss. God, it was too much. With an oath, he wrenched himself from her generous kiss.
“Why did you do that? I’m not finished,” she pouted.
Thisclose to exploding, he gritted out, “I was about to come.”
Her brow furrowed. “So?”
“So it’s not polite to spend in a lady’s mouth.” With wenches, the privilege cost extra.
Her cheeks turned rosy. “But don’t I, um… do that… in yours?”
Hell, he was going to spend then and there if this conversation continued. “I like it when you do, sweetheart,”—understatement of the century—“but you might not feel the same way.”
“Iwantto taste your pleasure,” she whispered, “the same way you do mine.”
Which meant—conversationover.
In a blink, he had them both on the carpet. He lay on his back, positioning a startled Primrose on her hands and knees over him, her knees straddling his head, her mouth lining up with his cock. He wasted no time, yanking her hips down and burying his face in her luscious cunny. At the same time, he reached down, pressing between her shoulder blades, and he knew she understood when, an instant later, his cock was engulfed in wet heat.
