We stop talking then, my hands held in his, his heavy breaths in my ear as he slides back and forth. Moisture builds between my legs, the slickness coating his shaft.
‘It was a big ask,’ he growls eventually.
‘I thought it was a big cock.’
‘You’ve got a filthy mouth on you, honey bee. And that’s the way I’d like it. On me.’
‘Puntastic,’ I groan as he begins working his way down my body, torturing me with sucking bites and swipes of his tongue. As he works his way south, he settles himself, rubbing his hands over my ass.
‘This arse is just...fucking luscious.What I wouldn’t do to it given half a chance.’
‘Question?’ I pull my hand from the pillow, raising it. ‘What exactly does that mean?’
‘What happened toshow, not tell?’ he purrs, reusing my words from last night.
My heart starts to beat at his positioning and his plans when I yelp—yelp!—as he smacks it.Smacks me?
‘Hey!’ I turn my head over my shoulder and glower at him. Not that it’s an effective strategy because he’s not looking. At my face, at any rate.
‘Look at that. Your skin marks beautifully,’ he says, as he matches his hand with the print.
‘Mind telling me why you just spanked me?’
He laughs, sort of delightedly. ‘Am I to take it you’ve never been put over a knee?’
‘Ya.Around the time of my sixth birthday.’
‘This is too good to be true, honey bee.’ Then he shuffles down the bed, his tongue laving the sting and causing all sorts of delightful squirms. ‘I’m adding it to the list of all the things I want to do to you.’
‘Are you here for the weekend? In Edinburgh, I mean?’ Wouldn’t that be perfect? A weekend fling ofall the things.
‘Leaving today.’ He bites the flesh of my cheek, and I yelp again. ‘But I’m game to reconvene very soon.’
All thoughts drop away as he spreads my legs, his mouth working its way lower in a way that both excites and concerns. I mean, yes, the man could teach a class on oral, but how can I phrase this? I don’t think it’s a very good plan, especially not after a night of hot sex. Surely, he doesn’t want to put his mouththere?
‘I don’t think—’
‘If you don’t think, then why can I hear you doing just that from here?’
‘Because—’
‘No, Bea.’ He hooks a hand under my knee, spreading my conflicted legs wider. ‘I’ll kiss it all better.’ His tone is laced with sugar and husk. ‘Kiss it until you’re squirming and coming all over my face.’
And as if that’s not sensation overload enough, he slips his head between my thighs and his tongue over my clit. I whimper as he grasps my hips with his hands to bring me closer while flicking his tongue out again and again.
‘Like fucking honey,’ he whispers, his words blowing across my slit. ‘Come on, Bea,’ he says, coaxing me with his hands. ‘Come sit on my face.’
As easy as falling, I allow him to move me. It’s such a strange sensation and so thrilling that I can’t put it into words. I feel powerful and in control. At least, until the first swipe of his tongue.
‘Oh, God!’
With a groan, he pulls me farther down across his face. His lips over mine, he kisses me as though he would my mouth. He alternates between soft lips and probing tongue until my head is so empty, I think I’d promise him anything. And he talks while he tongues me. Telling me I’m so sweet. That he could drown in the taste of me. That I’m a fucking queen. Between the whispering and the licking and the kissing, I struggle to keep my body upright. The feel of his breath and the grip of his hands. His dark gaze as it flicks up the length of my body. The sound of his soft breathing mingled with mine
It’s pure sensation overload.
But then everything changes from soft and teasing to frenzied and firm.
‘Get there, darlin’,’ he growls, his hands tight on my hips. ‘Let me see you come.’
