“I just want you, Luc. Anywhere and everywhere.”
He ran his fingers lightly across her mons, stroking her desire when he reached her vaginal lips and feeding into her need. The rush of heat could be attributed to his touch, but could just as easily be from her own inner fire, too. The only way to quench it was to bring her to completion.
But his leisurely exploration told her an orgasm was likely a long way off. The wicked Devil intended to drive her into a frenzy first.
With his thumb, he pressed against her clit, softly at first. He worked her with small circles, making her arch her hips toward him and moan. Once he discovered her preference for harder contact, he gave her what she wanted.
Nadia ran her hand up his chest, greedily exploring the texture of his skin. She paused at his nipple. Fascinated by the darkened bud, she lightly pinched and tugged. His unexpected gasp emboldened her. Replacing her fingers with her mouth, she bit the tip before sucking it. It seemed the more aggressive she became, the better he liked it, and she devoted equal attention to his second nipple. She backed off when he slipped a finger inside her, and only then because concentrating took a backseat to the pleasure he provided.
He worked her like he’d been born to the task, pumping, stroking, and eventually kneeling to put his mouth on her. With one foot braced on his upper thigh, Nadia lifted her other leg and balanced it across his shoulder to provide him with better access.
He swiped his tongue along her opening, moaning as if sampling ambrosia. The throaty baritone vibrated against her skin, making her gasp.
“If heaven had a taste, it would be you, Nadia.” With his accent thicker than normal, it was difficult to make out what he’d said. But the gist was unmistakable, as his tongue delved along her wet folds.
He inserted another finger, stretching her with each push, and curling the tip along her vaginal wall as he withdrew. The pressure, along with the roughness of his tongue on her softest area, had her crying out and fisting her hands in his hair. To pull him to her or push him away, she didn’t know, because while she never wanted him to stop, she also wanted to feel him seated fully inside her.
“There’ll be time for that, pet,” he murmured.
His breath against her exposed flesh sent a quiver along her belly, and she whimpered her need. With every caress, every sweep of his tongue across her opening, he drugged her, drawing her further under his sinful spell until she reached the crest.
Her hips had a mind of their own and bucked against him. In the back of her brain, she had the brief fear she might injure his perfect nose, but his chuckle assured her he would survive just fine.
As if she weighed less than a matchstick, he tossed her supporting leg over his other shoulder, cupped her ass, and doubled down on pleasuring her. And like that matchstick, he lit her on fire.
“Oh my—oh, Luc!”
He showered her inner thighs with light kisses as she came back to herself.
But he wasn’t done.
And the moment she stroked her fingers through his hair, he lifted her, shifting to lie her on the ground. His hot gaze swept the length of her naked form, stopping at the apex of her thighs. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, she pressed them together. But he stopped her with a hand on each knee, widening them again.
“No. I want to look at you.”
What could she say? It would be rude to deny him after the best orgasm of her life.
His chuckle reminded her he could read her thoughts, and she blushed at her ridiculous inner dialogue.
“The working of your mind is entertaining, pet. Never ridiculous. But you left your fantasies on full display.”
Wishing to change the subject and continue on their sexual journey, she tugged at his waistband. “I want to see you, too.”
She didn’t think she could be more turned on, but Luc’s striptease beat Magic Mike’s hands down.
Keeping a firm grip on her knee and the other around his dick, he maintained eye contact as he pleasured himself.
“Do you know what I imagine whenever I touch myself, Nadia?”
Breathless, she shook her head.
“I imagine you, taking me into your mouth. Your tongue, inching along the underside toward the base as you open to accept my entire cock.”
Deep throat, considering his size.
“Yes,” he purred, as the red flame in his eyes flared higher. “So deep, with every thrust.”
She parted her lips, swiping her tongue along them to lubricate for his entry.
