I break out in shivers as everything tightens. And as he moves toward my breasts, my nipples peak in expectation.
He swirls his tongue over the first, before he sucks it into his mouth. I arch off the bed, my hands threading into his hair.
I hear him chuckle, which makes a streak of irritation zip down my spine. “Do I amuse you?—”
But I don’t finish as he pulls my hands from his hair and lifts them over my head. He gives me a wicked grin full of promise, before he lowers his head and starts sucking on my nipple again.
I throw my head back, arching again. I don’t understand why him pinning my arms makes the experience even better, other than I’m just giving myself over to his command.
And I know his touch will feel good.
In this way, I trust Win completely.
He moves to the other breast giving it all the same attention. By the time he’s sliding down my stomach, I’m panting, my heart thrumming in my chest.
“Win,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“Not yet, kitten,” he rumbles into my belly. “I haven’t gotten to the good part yet.”
“It gets better?” I croak as he nips at my lower stomach, making me tremble as my hips lift off the bed.
I had no idea I wanted to be touched this much. Or maybe it’s just him. He’s this perfect mix of strong and gentle that makes me wild.
I whimper as he places a slow kiss on the seam where my stomach meets my leg.
“You smell delicious,” he murmurs into my skin. “I bet you taste just as good.”
“Win,” I stutter out. “Please.”
“Begging, that’s a good sign.” And then he kisses closer, but still to the right of where my body is dying to be touched.
“Please,” I cry again. If he doesn’t put some pressure where I need it soon…
His answer is to lightly flick his tongue right on my clit and I actually scream, my hips bucking off the bed.
I hear him rumble a light chuckle, but I don’t have it in me to be irritated. I. Just. Want. More.
“Win,” I beg, and he rewards me with a longer, fuller lick. I’m mindless now and I chase his tongue like the needy little beggar that I am.
He goes in with all the pressure right on my clit and this time I scream. I have no idea what I say, I think it might be his name, but I’m too far gone to know.
He’s still holding my wrists with one hand but the other presses into my belly, holding me in place as he starts a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
I try to get my heels under my knees so I can buck up into his mouth, but they slip, my legs surely flopping around as I whimper for him to give me more.
I’m so tight, I think I’m going to tear apart, every muscle in my body strung taut.
I shake my head back and forth, panting, grunting, until yes, I scream, “Win!” before I finally break, the orgasm hitting me so hard, I see stars.
He lets me ride it all the way to the end, my body finally collapsing onto the bed.
And then he starts kissing a gentle path back up my body like he didn’t just tear my whole world apart.
How can the most powerful man in the world be that good at giving anything? My head lolls to the side and I float back down, only half aware of the path of his lips.
It takes me a second, maybe a minute, to realize that he’s kissing each of the scars on my stomach.
I choke back some emotion as I lift my head. “Win?”
