“Now,” I say, mouth against her ear. “Let me show you what a hat trick really means.”
Before she can ask, I slide my hand down between her thighs.
She’s already wet. Soaked, actually. And the feel of her slick and ready against my fingers makes me groan.
“Fuck, Marnie.” I circle her slowly, teasing. “Is this from earlier? Does being feisty and mad at me get you wet? Or is it from telling me you love me?”
“All of it,” she gasps.
“Good.” I slide one finger inside and her back arches, a moan tearing from her throat.
I press my good arm across her hips, holding her down. “Stay still. Tonight I’m in charge and you’re going to take what I give you.”
“Roman—”
“Shh.” I add a second finger, “Just feel.”
Her hands grip the sheets beside her head, twisting fabric between her fingers as I work her steadily.
My thumb finds her clit and she makes this desperate sound that goes straight to my cock.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching her face. “Let me hear you. No one here but us. Just you and me and I’m going to make you feel so good you forget everything else.”
She’s climbing fast. Emotion and adrenaline and want all mixing together, her body wound so tight from tonight that it won’t take much.
I can feel it building in her—the way she’s starting to clench around my fingers, the way her breathing goes shallow, the flush spreading down her chest.
“I’m so close?—”
“I know, baby. I can feel it.” I keep the rhythm. “Come for me. Show me.”
She breaks with a cry of my name, her whole body going rigid before the shaking starts.
I watch her face as she comes—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, that gorgeous flush spreading everywhere. Watch how she trembles, how she clenches around my fingers in waves.
I work her through it until she collapses back, gasping.
Then I bring my fingers to my mouth, taste her while she watches.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “I’ve missed this. Missed you. That’s one.”
She stares at me. “One?”
“One.” I shift down the bed, settle between her legs properly. “You’re going to come on my tongue now. And then, if you’re very good, I’ll let you come on my cock.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Not quite.” I lower my mouth to her.
Then I taste her properly and everything else stops mattering.
Where I was fast and demanding with my fingers, I take my timewith my mouth. Licking and sucking and savoring her like I have all night. Like making her fall apart is my only goal.
Because it is.
“Too sensitive,” she gasps, trying to close her legs, but I keep them spread.
“I don’t care.” I circle her clit with my tongue and watch her nearly come off the bed. “You taste too good to stop.”
