Her eyes had grown heavy-lidded with desire. ‘I don’t want you to stop.’
Thomas smiled, her hungry gaze feeding his own needs. ‘If you like something, tell me. If you don’t like what I’m doing…’
‘I will tell you. Honesty. Always.’
‘Good girl.’
Something flared in her eyes. Arousal. Rebellion. She didn’t want to be a good girl. Luckily, he liked her wicked.
‘You have the most beautiful breasts.’ He ran the back of his fingers over her nipple. The skin puckered into a point he knew tingled with burning need for more friction. She arched her back, wordlessly begging for something harder. ‘What do you want me to do to these pretty nipples?’ He leaned closer. ‘Kiss them?’ Saying the words against her tightening skin, he pressed his lips softly over one nipple, then the other.
‘Yes,’ Clio hissed. She squirmed beneath him.
‘Suck them?’ He followed his own advice, swirling his tongue over the ruched bud, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
‘Yes,’ she demanded.
‘Bite them?’ He nibbled, then nipped as heat shimmered around them. Her body tightened like a string. He didn’t need to touch her folds to know she was dripping. That her intimate muscles were clenching around nothing when they wanted to tighten around him.
‘Tell me, where are you aching for me, Clio?’
She opened her beautiful mouth, but no words came out. Perhaps she didn’t know them.
‘Here?’ he asked, trailing his fingers through her curls and teasing her entrance. ‘In your sweet pussy?’
‘Yes.’
‘Tell me.’
‘I want you in me…’ She faltered.
He nipped her shoulder hard enough for her to hiss.
‘That won’t do. Tell me where.’ His voice grew hard.
‘In my pussy.’
Hearing the coarse word from her beautiful mouth had a surge of need sweeping through him. He ground his teeth together,willing his body to remain under control. He wanted to feel her fall apart before he let himself spend inside her.
‘Soon. But first, I want you screaming my name, Clio.’ He went to work, teasing her with soft kisses on her throat, rough hands on her breasts, gentle caresses over her sweetly curved belly, nips along her hip bones. ‘Hold on to the headboard.’
When she quickly complied, he was rocked. To know such a fierce, independent woman so willingly followed his lead humbled him.
‘Dear God, I will never cease worshipping you, Clio.’
He was determined to make her first time something she could treasure. And every time after this.
‘Spread your legs.’
She glanced at him, her amber eyes flashing with wicked intention as she deliberately tightened her thighs.
Thomas lifted a brow and tsked. His witch wanted to play. He would give her what she wanted. Always.
Gripping her hip, he tilted her to get access to her luscious arse. Swatting her hard enough to sting, she arched. Sparks skittered over her skin like stars glittering in a midnight sky. Good God. Never before had it been easier to judge a woman’s pleasure.
‘Spread your fucking thighs, Clio.’ One day, he would spank her properly until her pale skin turned pink with pleasure. But as she followed his instruction, his concentration broke. Her sweet lips were swollen and pink and dripping. His mouth watered for a taste. He gripped each thigh, making room for his shoulder as he licked a long, delicious swipe.
Pleasure burned at the base of his spine. His bollocks tightened as his cock grew even harder. Feasting on her, he speared her channel with his tongue before finding the sweet nub holding Clio’s secrets. He nibbled and sucked, licked and laved until heat poured off Clio like a furnace. He knew she was close. Pushing one fingerinto her clenching channel, he continued to work her clitoris. She was so tight around him, he feared he might hurt her. Slowly, he fit a second finger, plunging in rhythm with his tongue. When he curled his fingers, coaxing her to climax, she writhed.
