Annabelle lether head fall back, her hair skimming the mattress behind her. She stared at the canopy and just allowed herself to feel David’s strong hands on her quivering thighs. He was going so slowly it was driving her mad. When he finally pulled the first stocking off her foot, she lifted her head and met his dark-blue gaze. His eyes had turned into deep pools. His jaw was hard, and his cheekbones pronounced in the soft candlelight.
She watched him this time as he went about removing the second stocking with the same excruciating slowness. “Are youtryingto torture me?” she asked, panting a little in anticipation.
“How did you guess?” he replied, his tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip.
She groaned in the back of her throat.
When the second stocking was off, he balled them both together and tossed them high over his shoulder. Annabelle couldn’t help but laugh when one of them landed on the edge of the canopy, hanging from it.
They were both completely nude now and stared at each other in awe, their gazes skimming each other’s bodies to take in every inch.
“Can I touch you, David?”
“God, yes.”
Annabelle reached up and caressed his chest, moving her hand down along his abdomen again. David closed his eyes.
“What does it feel like when I touch you?” she asked breathlessly.
“Torture,” he replied, opening his eyes again. “Can I touch you now, please?” The side of his mouth quirked up. “With my tongue?”
Her eyes flared. What precisely did he mean by that? She wasn’t entirely certain, but she desperately wanted to find out.
“Yes,” she breathed.
David pushed her gently down on the mattress and covered her with his body. Then he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her ear, her neck. He nuzzled down to her collarbone and hefted each breast in his hand, sucking the nubs and gently biting them. Annabelle’s back arched off the mattress. She pulled at his shoulders, wanting more.
He lavished first one nipple then the next with his rough tongue, sucking just enough to make her core ache. Her legs moved fitfully against the sheets. Her hands tangled in his hair. When he began to move lower, kissing her belly, her breath caught in her throat.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was hoarse.
“Kissing you…everywhere.”
She gulped, her breaths coming so hard it hurt.
His head moved lower, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling them apart gently. Annabelle forgot to breathe.
David’s tongue nudged between the folds of her sex, finding the same nub of pleasure he’d found last night. Only this time, helickedit. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled it ever-so-lightly with his teeth. Then he brushed his tongue over it again.
Annabelle was mindless. Her legs turned to water, and she clutched at his dark head. She glanced down to see his mouth working between her legs and whimpered. If she’d thought last night had been unforgettable, tonight was going to break her.
David’s tongue settled into a pattern of stroking her in tiny circles again and again all while his strong arms kept her thighs locked in place. His tongue flicked out again and again to torture her and she arched her back again, bracing against her wrists once more.
Her eyes rolled back, and her breathing hitched as he kept up the gentle assault with his tongue until her thighs tensed and her knees quivered and she cried out, clutching at his head, wanting him to come up and kiss her, while spasms rocked her body.
David licked her until her tremors subsided before obliging her by moving up her body and kissing her deeply.
She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue.
He parted her legs and moved his hand down between her thighs. “Do you know how wet you are?”
She nodded.
“Wet and ready for me.”
Her eyes went wide but she nodded again. “Take me, David.”
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