“Sit on the sofa,” he commanded.
Colette frowned. Her first instinct was to argue with him. Crossing her arms, she waited, raising a brow at him in question. She wanted to take this man to her bed, and he was telling her to sit on the sofa?
“Why should I sit on the sofa?” she asked.
Shaking his head, he gently grasped her arms, walking her backward to the sofa until it hit the back of her legs.
“Because I want to take the edge off. You’re absolutely right, a man should never leave a woman wanting,” Marshall explained, getting down on his knees. “Now be a good girl and open up for me.”
He smoothed a hand over her calf and waited, staring up at her. Her core flooded with heat. After a breath of a moment, she obeyed and dropped onto the sofa in front of him.
Colette gasped, his gentle touch sending currents of electricity pulsating through her legs. She swallowed, watching as her thighs parted. Moisture pooled at her center, the air vibrating in her lungs. His eyes darkened as they followed the path of his hand wandering up her skirt. She fought against the urge to squeeze her thighs back together, his touch making her heart feel like it was going to pound out of her chest.
She wanted this.
Had basically begged for it.
Now that it was happening, it was too much. Her head leaned back on the sofa as his finger looped around the waist of her underwear and pulled it down slowly.
“Are you ready for me? Tell me to stop, or I’m going to kiss you,” he said, his voice ragged with desire. He slid off her underwear, tossing it over his shoulder behind him, and it landed with a soft rustle. She stayed silent. Colette was too fargone to care. She pushed her body forward, arching toward him and opening her legs wider.
“Good girl,” he whispered against the skin of her inner thigh. His hands hiked up her skirt, each inch of denim brushing against her thighs, making her throb in anticipation. His lips dropped a path of soft kisses, his destination unmistakable. A groan emitted from his mouth as he arrived at her center, the heat of his breaths against her sensitive skin making her pulse quicken. Was she going to pass out? His fingers gripped her thighs, and he pushed forward, placing a soft kiss on her heated core, and flames shot through her body.
His tongue swept along her slit, and she whimpered. It had been so long since she had been with someone, and she didn’t have the mental power to even think of Mr. Micropeen at the moment. No man had ever taken care of her in this way.
Looking for a soft place to land, her hands curled into his dark hair, as she watched him feast on her body with hooded eyes. She gasped as his tongue plunged inside her, kissing her as he had her mouth, taking everything and leaving no part of her unworshipped. Her body contracted around his tongue, and he nuzzled her as he brushed a soft kiss, then sucked on her clit. It was impossible to keep a soft cry from escaping her mouth as a coil of tension tightened in her belly.
Colette lifted her hips, pressing into his mouth, demanding. While maintaining the pressure on her sweet spot, he pushed a thick finger inside her. His hands weren’t soft; they were rough, hardworking hands. Right now, she was obsessed with his fingers.
“Can you take some more?” he asked. “You’re so fucking wet.”
In a daze, she nodded. “More,” was all she could say. Her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
He added a second finger, inhaling sharply. “Good girl. You’re taking me so well.”
Her head rolled on the back of the couch as the sensations overwhelmed her body. She wasn’t going to last long at this rate. Her thighs quivered around his head as she drew closer and closer to that peak. A few more sucks and sweeps of his tongue and her orgasm slammed into her body. It was the most intense release she had ever experienced. Heat bloomed in her body, flooding each delicious part of her.
Marshall had a gift. His fingers kept stroking her as he rode out her orgasm. Pulling his fingers out of her body, he sucked his fingers clean and brought his face to hers, caging her in with his arms.
“How’s that for a goodnight kiss?” he mumbled against her ear, moving to press his mouth against hers. Their tongues slid against each other, seeking and finding more. Colette tasted the essence of her own pleasure as he took what he wanted and left her destroyed. She tugged on his collar, wanting to bring him closer.
With a parting kiss along the side of her neck and a groan humming at the base of her neck, he reluctantly pulled away.
“No more. I’ll be here all night if we keep going,” he said, standing above her. “I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
Her eyes landed the evidence of his arousal, straining against the seam of his jeans.
Colette believed herself to be a fair woman.
An eye for an eye.
An orgasm for an orgasm.
It was the right thing to do. She licked her lips as her gaze darted up to Marshall’s. He blushed, using his jacket to hide the proof of his desire.
“Colette, I’m leaving.”
She shook her head, pulling him back by the loop in his jeans.
