He lifted his head, met her gaze. “I want you to say my name a thousand times just like that. Breathless and greedy.”
She gasped softly as he dipped his head and suckled her other breast, laving the nipple, rubbing it with the flat of histongue, then teasing with the tip. Violet’s soft moans floated around the room, softly at first, growing more urgent the longer he feasted.
Testing the waters, he nipped her once.
“Simon!” She gasped, her fingers tightening around his.
“Did you like that?” He licked the sting away.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Want me to do it again?”
She nodded, staring down at him.
He gave her what she wanted, nipping and teasing before sucking harder. That seemed to be her tipping point because her back arched, her hips lifted between his thighs.
“God, yes, Simon.”
“Does it hurt?”
“So good,” she groaned when he sucked hard one last time.
Sliding up, he trailed kisses over her chest, her neck. He stopped at her lips, dipping his tongue inside. He brought her hands above her head, keeping them in place with one of his so he could use the other to cup her face. Touching her was a pleasure all itself. While their tongues mated, he caressed down her chest, cupping her breasts, teasing the hardened tips with his thumb.
He moaned low in his throat, rocking his hips forward when Violet sucked his tongue, her breaths labored.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please, what?”
“More,” she said with a smile. “I want more.”
He kissed the corners of her mouth, her chin. “Are you givin’ me permission to devour you?”
“Yes.”
Simon chuckled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, baby.”
Releasing her hands, he scooted down the bed and got to his feet. He slipped his fingertips into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her butt to the end of the bed. Violet gasped, laughing as she stared back at him. Her laughter died slowly as he popped the button free, lowered the zipper, then relieved her of the confining denim. He purposely left her panties because he wasn’t done playing, and the sight of that white lace made him want to do unspeakable things to her.
He took a moment to admire because he liked the way she writhed under the scrutiny of his gaze. When she whimpered his name again, he slid the white lace of her thong aside so he could see the slick pink folds beneath.
“Damn, baby. You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He teased his finger along the seam of her pussy. “You’re wet.” He met her gaze. “Is that because of me?”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled, her eyes closing as he teased her clit with his fingertip.
“You want more of my tongue?”
Violet nodded.
“On you?” He pressed the very tip of his finger inside her snug entrance. “Or in you?”
She gasped. “Yes!”
Thank fuck for that because he wasn’t sure he could wait another second.
Remembering that he’d promised a play-by-play, Simon decided to make her an active participant.
