“When you thought of me licking you here”—his hot words entered her ear—“did you get wet?”
Blood surging to her cheeks, she nodded.
“Are you wet now?”
He didn’t need an answer because he was unfastening her waistband and sliding his hand down her belly. When he touched her intimate cove, they both exhaled.
“What a good girl, so wet and ready for me,” he crooned. “Did you think about this, Gigi? Did you fantasize about me diddling your pussy and making you come?”
Since she hadn’t understood the concept of “diddling” until this moment, the answer was no. Yet desire was no longer a game but a burning need that threatened to consume her. All that mattered was how good he was making her feel, how necessary the pleasure was.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
“Like being frigged, do you, sweetheart?” His voice was dark and wicked, like temptation itself whispering in her ear. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
Hooking her knees over his own, he spread her wider, exposing her fully to his touch. He found the hidden bud of her sensation, the slick sounds of his rubbing filling the carriage. As the flames raged out of control, she arched her back.
“Come for me, Gigi,” he growled. “All over my hand. Right now.”
With a gasp, she did.
Devil and damn, his passionate little nymph never did anything in half-measure. Feeling the slickness on her thighs, Conrad was harder than he’d ever been in his life. Bestial need took over, and he eased his limp treasure off his lap, laying her across the carriage bench. Going down on one knee—which wasn’t the easiest, given the stiff ridge in his trousers—he yanked off her boots and pants.
Gigi raised her head, looking at him with bliss-dazed eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“This,” he growled.
He buried his face in her pussy.
Gigi’s yelp of surprise melted into a moan as he hungrily licked up her cream. She was delicious—a dish he wanted to have every day for the rest of his life. Her smooth thighs quivered around his head as he ate her. She surrendered to the pleasure, gasping and clutching his hair. When he tongued her tight opening, pushing inside, he was rewarded with another squirt of ambrosia. He lapped greedily, and when he gauged she was ready, slid a finger inside her.
At the snugness of her passage, his forehead beaded with sweat.
By Jove, to bury my cock inside this perfect little hole?—
“Conrad.” She came up on her elbows. “Are you certain you should be doing that?”
“You’re mine, inside and out,” he said hoarsely. “I want to know what your cunny feels like when you come.”
Before she could argue, he resumed eating her pussy. He focused on her pearl, and from her breathless cries, she appreciated his attentions. All the while, he moved his finger inside her, feeling her lushness and sweet pulses in his cock. Knowing she was close, he redoubled his efforts, determined to get his due. And, bloody hell, she gave it to him. Chanting his name, she gushed another climax, this one straight into his greedy mouth.
Randy beyond measure, Conrad staggered to his feet. He was so hard he could barely work his trousers off his hips. When his cock fell into his palm with a heavy smack, Gigi’s lips formed an enticing rosy ring.
A treat for another time, when I’m not about to explode like a steam engine.
Grabbing onto the carriage strap with one hand, he fisted his cock with the other. His fingers barely encircled his burgeoned shaft as he frigged himself.
“Can I, um, do anything?” Gigi whispered.
He ran a possessive gaze over her: his perfect nymph, wanton and lovely and sweet. Languid with pleasure that he, and no other man, had given her. She was his completely. And he had so much more to show her…
“Watch me, sweetheart,” he gritted out. “I’m going to come for you?—”
The climax gripped him by the stones, driving molten pressure up his shaft. He took aim, roaring as his seed spewed from him. She twitched as he marked her belly and thighs, crisscrossing her pristine skin with hot streaks, spending harder than he ever had in his life. Finally, shuddering and wrung dry, he dropped into the seat beside her. He dragged her close, tilting her head back to gaze into her eyes. They were bright and adoring, sparkling with newly discovered naughtiness.
