“As good as that sounds, I think I want to taste you first.”
His mouth was already sliding down her stomach, licking a gentle, warm trail along the way. She felt his hand on her hips as he quickly worked her underwear down her legs.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said.
His mouth was so close to her crotch she was practically shaking.
Did she say she didn’t like foreplay? She was wrong. She liked it a lot. She likedthisa lot.
He moved her legs over his shoulders and then his face was between her legs. She nearly shot off the bed at the first stroke of his tongue.
The sound of his groan nearly made her come right there. It was warm and sweet and filled with pleasure. It was the groan of a man who liked to give a woman pleasure. “God, you taste good. So fucking sweet.”
And then she lost the ability to think as he nuzzled his mouth against her and went to town. Feasting on her as if he couldn’t get enough. Swirling his tongue. Sucking. Rubbing his face and jaw against the soft insides of her thighs. Her legs tightened. Her heels pressed into his back. Her hips pressed and lifted against his mouth.
More. Pressure.Oh God, yes. That feels so good.
She split apart. Coming in a burst of white-hot pleasure that shot through her like a bolt of lightning.
He let her ride it out against his mouth. Drawing every spasm of her climax out.
When it was over, she was drained. Completely wrung out. She should have just collapsed.
But that wouldn’t be right. Turnabout was only fair play.
Twenty-four
Dean couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her. But he had to take precautions. He reached over on the bedside table for his wallet to retrieve a condom. He intended to come inside her this time.
Her body was still limp and flush from her climax, so he was surprised when she sat up and grabbed his wrist.
“Not yet.”
She took the wallet and condom from his hand and set them down on the table.
Oh God, please tell him she wasn’t having second thoughts....
“On your back, sailor boy.”
She wasn’t. He had an inkling of exactly where this was going, and his nerve endings buzzed with anticipation and something resembling fear. His instincts were flaring like a fire alarm. His body was fighting what he knew was coming: complete and utter helplessness.
But he did as she asked. Did she have any idea how sexy it was to be ordered around like this? Probably. She looked really, really pleased with herself when she moved over him. Her fingers trailed absently over his stomach, but he was aware of every movement. His skin went off like a firecracker every place she touched.
“I don’t have a lot of experience with this, so you’ll haveto let me know if I’m doing it right.” Her fingers were already skimming under the band of his shorts, and his cock was doing its best to meet them, straining hard toward her hand. But when she made her little confession, he popped right through. She noticed, smoothing her thumb over the plump head. “I don’t know. You’re kind of big.”
There was no “kind of” about it. And if he wasn’t gritting his teeth, fighting to fucking breathe while she knelt over him naked and played with his cock, he’d tell her so.
She traced her finger down the long length of him.
“Not sure how deep I’ll be able to take you down my throat.”
He swore. He’d never taken her for a dirty talker, but he was happy to be mistaken. Fuck, this was good.
“You feel a little warm in there. Should I take your shorts off?”
She didn’t seem to expect him to answer. Probably the straining of his body and the muscles standing out in his neck gave her the heads-up that he was in no condition to talk.
She slid his shorts past his hips, and his erection bobbed free. The cool air wasn’t much relief.
