He tossed the stockings away and pressed his hands on her thighs. His fingers dented her flesh. “I doubt that, Miss Oliver. Confess to me.”
His voice was so deep, so hypnotic that it was almost impossible not to obey. “What do you want to know?” she panted. “A little more specificity, if you please, sir.”
He laughed before he shoved her skirts around her stomach and pushed her thighs open wide, exposing her to him. He shuddered as he looked at her, her sex glistening, her legs already shaking. “Confess that you want to come,” he demanded, his gaze lifting to hers. “Confess that you want my mouth on you.”
She heard the garbled sound choke from her throat and nodded. “Oh, I most definitely confess that. Freely. I want your mouth on me, your tongue in me. I want you to taste my release.”
“Christ, Selina,” he grunted, and then he settled between her legs, cupped her backside and lifted her so he was granted better access. “Your wish is my command.”
His head dropped and she felt his breath on her sex. Hot and steaming against flesh that felt almost too sensitive. She lifted toward him, seeking and begging without words. But he didn’t deny her, even if he had promised erotic torture. His mouth found her as he peeled her open with his thumbs, and he licked her hard from the rosette of her bottom to the tingling nub of her clitoris.
She settled back into the pillows, letting her body go limp and focusing only on sensation as he lavished her with his tongue, awakening every nerve in her sex, spreading pleasure through her limbs. He did that for a long time, just licking and teasing, tasting her like she was fine wine he wanted to savor. But as time drew on, endless and limitless, he began to focus his tongue on her clitoris.
And he was as proficient at this as he was at everything else. He sucked her, swirling his tongue around the swollen nub, flicking the hood back so that the pleasure got sharp and heady. She lifted into him, grinding against him as she tried to find more, more of anything. More of everything.
He gave it. He watched her as he licked, changing his pace when she sucked in her breath, angling his head when she covered her mouth with her hand so her moans wouldn’t ricochet through the house.
And just when she thought she might go mad, he slid two fingers deep within her sheath, pumping into her slowly and gently. The pressure of his tongue increased, the pace of her hips joined. She began to shake as she edged herself toward the cliff of pleasure, needing it as much as she needed breath or water in this moment.
And then the waves hit her. One after another, they washed over her and she rode them as she bit back screams and dug her fingers into the coverlet so hard she feared she’d rip the fabric. He tortured her through it all, as he’d promised he would, sucking her as she quivered, pulsing his fingers into her as she clenched around them. Taking and giving in equal measure until she was weak and gasping, her vision blurred and her ears ringing with the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced.
She felt him moving, but couldn’t lift her head to watch. Felt his fingers withdraw from her, felt his mouth release her. The weight of him bowed the bed as he kissed a path to the buttons along the front of her gown. He unfastened her and tugged her to an upright position to pull the dress away.
She was naked beneath it. She’d never seen much value in a chemise except to make lines where they didn’t belong. He chuckled as he tossed the gown over the edge to join the rest of her abandoned items. She waited for him to just slam into her, to ease his own ache, but he didn’t. Instead, he lay on his side, tracing her curves with his fingertips as he stared at her as if he were in no rush to claim her.
“You are lovely,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of her throat. “So lovely.”
“I bet you say that to all the ladies you shatter with your tongue,” she teased, an effort to take away the power of what he whispered.
He didn’t lift his head but nibbled a path down her throat, lower to her breast. He licked one taut nipple and she gasped in pleasure.
“I don’t remember the last lady I shattered,” he said. “I’m not sure I’ll ever remember another. There will only be you and that amazing display I just witnessed.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as she lowered her hands into his crisp hair and held him at her breast. When he was licking and sucking her, he wasn’t just pleasuring her. He also wasn’t looking at her. He couldn’t see how he moved her and how much she wanted to believe this attraction between them meant something.
Even though she knew it couldn’t. She shivered, both from the stimulation of his mouth at her breast and from disappointment at that truth. That it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t.
So she was going to live every moment of it now.
She cupped his chin and turned his face toward her. His pupils were dilated to almost pure black, and there was a slight smirk on his face that made him look far less honorable than she knew him to be.
“I want to taste myself on you,” she whispered, pulling him toward her.
He growled like an animal seeking its mate and lunged up, smashing his lips to hers. They were still slick, sweet with her release, and she devoured them and him until there was nothing in her mind but pleasure. She opened her legs, welcoming him to settle there. His cock was hard at her entrance, heavy with desire as he nudged her with it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmured, over and over until he reached between them and pushed himself into place. He lifted his head, watching her as he glided forward, deep into her body, claiming her and filling her and making them one, if only for a little while.
He surged then, thrusting hard and deep. She clenched against him, grinding up to stimulate her already sensitive clitoris all over again. His eyes went wide and he stroked a second time, his hands gliding up her sides. He dug one hand into her hair, holding her in place, and the other he wrapped gently but firmly against her throat.
She spasmed in pleasure, nodding against him so he’d know she wanted this. With that permission he transformed into that wild animal again. He took and took, his fingers pressing gently into her flesh, his cock not gentle at all, but probing and claiming in a way she’d never known she wanted.
The second orgasm erupted almost without warning and she lost all control. He caught her mouth with his, swallowing the sound of her pleasure, sucking her tongue as she jerked against him helplessly.
She was still reeling with pleasure when he withdrew from her body and rolled her over. She positioned herself on her hands and knees and he chuckled again, this time possessive and low. His mouth burrowed against her, his tongue piercing her, tasting her, wetting her as she pushed back against him and moaned. She pushed her hand between her legs, rubbing herself to the edge, then withdrawing, to the edge, then back again to draw out the pleasure this time as he licked her.
And then he pulled away and she felt his cock at her entrance. She pushed back, forcing him to the hilt as he grunted out a curse that echoed in the room. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers in hard enough that she would surely bruise, and then he fucked her. Hard. Fast.
She continued to touch herself, gripping him, grinding against him and her own fingers, and the third orgasm nearly caused her to lose consciousness. She pushed her face into the pillow, screaming as her entire body convulsed, milking him. He let out a low moan and then he was gone from her twitching body, his hot seed splashing across her lower back as he came with a trembling cry.
