Understanding dawns. This feels different for her, too.
I press a gentle kiss against her palm before pulling her hand away. Every time we’ve had sex, Scarlett’s been the one in control. I was so cautious of her boundaries that I let her be the one to lead us. But that can be exhausting. I’m not surprised she’s tired of it.
A part of me is taken aback that she trusts me with it, though. In the best way.
The weight of that trust, thehonorof it, settles over me like the comfort of a blanket. Nothing has ever felt more important.
And I want so badly to give her everything she’s asking me for. Reaching back with one hand to grab the neckline of my shirt, I pull it off over my head. Then, with my gaze locked on hers, I stretch it into a long line and move it toward her eyes.
I watch carefully for the moment she understands. If there’s any part of her that doubts me, if I see even a flash of nerves, I won’t do it. But when surprise is quickly followed by a relieved nod, I know I read her correctly.
Carefully, I tie my shirt around her eyes.
By the time I’m done, she’s trembling. I press a gentle kiss to her collarbone and tell her, “At any point, if you want to stop, just tell me. No safe words, just open communication.” I press another kiss to her jawline this time. “Can you do that for me?”
Her nod is instant and eager. “Yes,” she breathes, already arching into my touch.
I lean back enough that I can look down at her body laid out under me. Her hotel robe has opened wide, so I can see the curves of her breasts, and the knot on her belt won’t take muchto undo. It’s a heady feeling, having her give herself to me like this.
My gaze travels over her body, wondering where I want to start with her pleasure. Because she might be putting the power in my hands, but the only thing I give a shit about is makingherfeel good.
In the end, I decide to taste her before anything else. The memory of her shaking against my tongue is too potent to skip it.
The moment I touch the knot at her waist, Scarlett sucks in a breath. By the time I work it open and slide the sides of her robe apart, her hands are fisted in the sheets and her chest is heaving.
“Easy,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hip bone. “I’m going to taste you, and I want you to stay still while I do it.”
The moan she lets out is enough to make my cock throb. I have to reach down to squeeze it as I slide down Scarlett’s body and settle between her legs.
Fuck, she’s edible. I don’t know how I went this long without her.
But when I look up the length of her body and see my shirt covering her eyes, I’m reminded of the reason. Of the trust she’s put in my hands, the trust I fought for. When I finally lower my mouth to her body, it feels bigger than sex.
Igroaninto her skin when her wetness smears across my lips. I’ve barely even touched her yet, and she’s drenched. With my hands pressing into her thighs, I start to lick her, my tongue tracing over every inch of her. I couldliveon the taste of her.
Especially when a gush of liquid hits my lips after I suck on her clit.
My groan gets lost in her skin, but I can make out her whimperedNico. Can feel her fingers thread into my hair to pull me closer. Wrapping my arms under and around her legs, I band one arm over her stomach when she tries to arch into my mouth.With the other, I press my thumb to her clit as I lick down to her entrance.
Scarlett’s legs squeeze around my head when I slide my tongue inside, and her hand tightens in my hair. Another whimper slips from her lips.
But I realize that I can’t quite get deep enough, can’t give her what she needs to come. So after a few moments of—selfish—pleasure, I pull back and press two fingers inside her instead.
“Oh my God,Nico,” Scarlett gasps, her back arching off the bed. “That’s going to make me?—”
“I know,” I groan, fucking her with my fingers. “I’m going to make you come all over my hand, baby.” I move my thumb to press a kiss to her clit and add in a murmur, “And then I’m going to lick it off like the sweetest fucking dessert.”
Maybe it’s the feel of my fingers and mouth working in tandem, or maybe it’s my words that emphasize her loss of control—one of them makes her tremble beneath me.
As I watch the orgasm roll over her, I can’t help but think about how much I’m going to enjoy figuring out which it was.
“That’s it,” I murmur in a soothing voice, waiting until her body drops to the bed before I pull my fingers from her. I press another gentle kiss to her pussy before lifting up so I can really look at her. “You come so prettily, Red.”
A puff of air whooshes from her lips and she starts to squirm. When her hands clench into fists, I get the sense that she wants to pull the blindfold off. But she also likes being under my hand—if the power of her orgasm was any indication—and therefore won’t reach for it unless I tell her to.
As I crawl up her body, I decide a part of me wants that, too. But not before I…
Instead of sliding my wet fingers into my mouth, I touch the pads of them to Scarlett’s lips.
