“I … whatever you want to do.”
“No, baby,” I say slowly, then stick my tongue out to lick up her soft lips.
“Shit,” she cries out.
“I want you to think of all the dirty books you’ve read, and I want you to tell me what you want me to do.”
She inhales. “I want you to lick me again.”
I do it.
“Tell me more.”
“And … I want you to slide two fingers inside of me.”
“More,” I command as I do what she says.
“And I want you to make me come. I want you to make me come with your fingers and your mouth and I don’t want you to be gentle about it.”
I smirk. I know she can be dirtier than this, but it’s a damn good start.
I hook my finger inside her and then remove it to flick my tongue over her clit.
She lets out a frustrated growl, but then I press her thighs open wider, lick her faster, and replace my fingers, fucking her with them until I see her back bow off the bed and she cries out my name.
When I feel the grip of her coming, I press my thumb to her clit and rub quick circles to draw out her orgasm as long as I can.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries out, her head thrashing side to side.
I watch in complete fascination as this woman falls apart in front of me.
Because of me.
It’s a sight I’ll never get out of my head.
Her chest is heaving as I crawl up her body, letting my hands roam the landscape and appreciating every ounce of skin on display for me.
“Holy shit,” she says, grinning at me. “That was amazing.”
“It sure fucking was,” I agree and then press my lips to hers again.
I plan to make this a repeat every night.
“Now, let's get some sleep,” I say and pull the comforter up to warm her body, keeping her naked as I tuck her in under my arm.
“But wait,” she says and rolls once again to face me. She reaches a hand down between us, brushing against my hard-on. “Don’t you want me to take care of this for you?”
I kiss her forehead.
“No, what I want is to hold you in my arms, where I know you’re safe.”
Her gaze softens.
“That’s it?”
I chuckle.
“If you’re worried that I don’t want you in any type of way, you’re wrong. I’d kill to slip inside of you right now, Books. But it’s late, it was a long day, and”—I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear—“I don’t want to do something you might regret in the morning.”
