I heard a loud moan as pulse after pulse of arousal waved inside my body.
His finger slid inside me. His lips lifted from my clit, a trail of saliva bridging the small gap between us. His words tickled me as he spoke. “I’ve waited so many fucking years for you. To taste you again. Nothing has ever compared.”
My arousal stalled, my closed eyes springing open. “Has there been others?”
My nostrils flared, the sadness burning me. Unshed tears blurred him as we stared at each other.
“Never. I've never touched another woman. Ever.”
But Hell might have.The soundless thought played on my face like a silent movie. . . and he watched it from start to finish.
“He hasn't, either.”
“How could you know that?”
“We have a new method of communicating. Now, quit fucking talking until I tell you to.”
I felt my nipples tingle over the command. I liked the dominance. And I liked knowing they’d waited for me. Both of them—my Heaven and Hell. I reached for my breast without thinking, slipping a hand inside my scoop neck dress to gently tweak one and then the other.
My arousal was back, pulsing through me, beginning in my nipples and storming down my belly until it reached Woodrow's finger inside my pussy.
He thrust harder. And his hot mouth moved back to my clit, the suction he put on me had me unable to think straight.
His thrusts became violent. His grip, now back on my thigh, was tighter than ever. I didn't need to ask if he'd switched. I knew, just like always. . . and I knew what would bring him back, just like in the men's restroom back in Vegas.The scent of daisies.
I plucked a single flower from the glass vase near my head. I hesitated, wondering if there was a reason for this switch, or if it was just Hell feeling jealous of the kitchen surface activity. I blinked away the thoughts, pushing the daisy down my body.
“Woodrow,” I whispered, and Hell looked up.
A toxic snarl sat on his face. He was ready to spit his venom at me for saying the wrong name. For calling back the man I wanted. And because that man wasn't him.
But the daisy brushed his nose, and his nostrils flared,taking in its delicate scent.
“Come back to me.”
I repeated his name, again, and he responded by blinking, desperate to clear the brain fog.
He looked over our situation, and the daisy in my hand, and he didn't say another word. He took the flower from my fingers and pushed my hand back up to my breast. He kept the flower close to his nose, inhaling the floral scent and the aroma of my wet pussy all at once.
He slid his finger out of me and drove it back in with another.
I tensed on the tabletop, arching my sweaty back from the marble and moaning again.
I felt his tongue flick over my clit and his fingers move up inside me. I rustled some more sounds. A little encouragement.
“Shut your mouth, Moonlight. The only thing I want to hear is my name when you come. Do you understand?”
I nodded, already accepting his order.
“Good girl.” I tightened around his fingers, reminding him how much I liked that comment.
His fingers glided out of me, and he moved his mouth to smear the liquid that coated them all over my pussy.
His arms wrapped around my thighs, and he lifted my ass from the table like he was about to feast. He pressed my pussy to his mouth, his wide tongue lapping up all my juices.
My hips disobeyed his first request, bucking for more, demanding like my mouth wanted to.
He didn’t complain; secretly, he loved it. The laugh that slipped from him told me so much.
