“Do what?”
“Take me,” she said, darting her gaze away from his with a blush. “I want to see it when you take me. Though I don’t know how you’ll do it fully dressed.”
He tilted his head. “You are very focused on me fitting myself inside of you.” When he said the words, his entire body twitched with anticipatory pleasure, but he ignored that and the deep throb in his cock that told him to do just that, and as quickly as possible. “Are you not enjoying the rest?”
“Yes, very much. But I know it isn’t the most important part.”
Ellis pursed his lips. “I disagree. I have, as you know, done this very thing with a great many women.”
He thought a shadow crossed over her face, but then it was gone, and she nodded. “Yes. That’s why you must be the best one for the job.”
He choked out a laugh. “I wouldn’t call it a job. It’s not a chore, that’s for certain, to be perched here between these very pretty legs getting ready to do such wicked things to you.”
She shifted, and bright pink entered her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled. “But because Ihavedone this with a great many women, I can tell you that this part is my favorite.”
“That cannot be true,” she insisted.
“But it is. I could press a willing woman against a wall and rut with her any time I like. And there is value in something hot…” He accentuated the word by licking his finger and gliding it across the crease of her entrance. “…and fast.” He repeated the action as she hissed out her breath. “But doing this…watching you flush and writhe and hearing your breath hitch with pleasure…angel,thatis the best part of my day.”
She gave a shaky laugh. “Well, I wouldn’t want to deny you the best part of your day.”
“So kind,” he teased as he settled on his stomach between her legs and smiled up at her with all the wicked intent he could muster. “And now I’m going to try to give you the best part of your day.”
“You’re very certain of yourself,” she gasped as he peeled her open gently.
“Always,” he agreed, and then he bent his head and stroked his tongue over her. She was as sweet as he’d known she would be and he drank of her, memorizing every nuance of her flavor because he knew this was a night that could never, would never, be repeated.
So he was going to enjoy every damned minute of it.
Chapter 8
Juliana’s vision actually blurred as Ellis ducked his head between her legs and stroked his tongue against her sex. When he touched her, it was like magic. But this…this was something more. This was something…she couldn’t even describe it, probably because he stole her breath and her reason as he spread her flesh wide and feasted on her like a man starved.
He teased with his tongue, flicking her sex, gentle and light. She found herself aching for more, reaching for it by lifting her hips toward his mouth as she dipped her head against the pillows with a shuddering sigh.
He ignored that wordless demand, continuing to tease her with those gentle yet focused licks. Her body’s reaction was a ricochet of pleasure that started at the point of contact and worked its way through her entire being. This was more powerful than when she touched herself, but built to that same crescendo she so longed for.
“Please,” she groaned, hating herself for begging this man but unable to stop.
He glanced up at her, though he continued to lick. His blue eyes were dark with purpose, with desire. And they were entirely focused on her, as if there was nothing else that mattered in heaven or earth more than making her tremble. That powerful intensity that only made the pleasure between her legs all the stronger.
He gripped her hips tighter, tugging her flush against his mouth. Everything became more forceful then. He sucked her, tugging her flesh between his lips, nipping and nibbling to mix pleasure with just the slightest hint of pain.
She surged against him, grinding on his mouth as her back arched almost against her will. He held her tighter, pressing her hips against the bed so she couldn’t guide her own release, toying with her as he swirled his tongue around the bud of her clitoris, then darted away to penetrate her with the tip of his tongue. Back and forth he moved, tormenting and torturing with the sweetest rhythm that seemed to go on forever.
After a while, she heard herself moaning, a sound unlike any she’d ever made before. Something that came deep from within her soul. Was that truly her who begged without words? She who never asked for what she wanted? She who had always been the one to give, not receive?
But in this moment, she was utterly selfish, and she reveled in it. She wanted more, and this time when Ellis returned his lips to her clitoris, she gripped him tighter with her thighs, trying to hold him in place.
He chuckled against her body, and the vibration shot through her. “Very well, angel,” he whispered, blowing gently on her clitoris. “Ready or not…”
He sucked her as he trailed off, focusing all his attention on the bundle of nerves at the heart of her pleasure. She could focus on nothing else, either. She dug her heels into the mattress and ground against him. Sensation built within her, a storm, a waterfall, and unrelenting force that could not be denied. And he didn’t deny it. He swirled his tongue harder, faster, flicking at her as the sensation peaked.
And then she was falling, her body rippling with deep, powerful waves of release. She cried out, thrashing against the pleasure, rolling with him as he drew out her release longer and harder. Until she was weak with it, until the pleasure was almost too much to bear.
She collapsed back on the pillows with a gasping cry. He stroked her a few more times and she twitched. Her breath came short, her legs shaking, her body quaking. She almost didn’t notice when he kissed her gently, this time with closed lips. Almost wasn’t coherent enough to recognize as he crawled up the length of her body and pressed a more heated kiss on her mouth. She tasted her release there, salty and sweet, and her body jerked once more.
