Page 56 of Sins of Arrogance

“Al­most,” he says darkly be­fore rip­ping the seam down the cen­ter of my panties.

Two more pulls and a sharp sting at my hips and then the soaked lace is gone.

He leans down and presses his nose right into my mons, in­hal­ing deep. “You smell so fuck­ing good.”

Mick’s tongue swipes over my cli­toris.

Buck­ing up for more of the de­li­cious sen­sa­tion, I cry out.

But my devil re­fuses, slid­ing back up my body to cup and knead my breasts be­fore latch­ing on to one of my nip­ples and suck­ing hard.

The sharp sen­sa­tion con­trasts with all the ten­der touches and a star­burst of plea­sure ex­plodes in my core. Was that a cli­max? It sure felt like the plea­sure I give my­self alone in my bed late at night.

But Mick is far from done. He plays with my gen­er­ous mounds and ten­der peaks for what feels like hours, driv­ing me to­ward an­other det­o­na­tion be­fore back­ing off and then do­ing it all over again.

I’m un­rav­el­ing.

Tears are track­ing down my tem­ples and I’m beg­ging him to, “Do some­thing!” when he shifts back down my body and puts that tal­ented mouth on my most in­ti­mate flesh.

A sin­gle nib­ble on the bun­dle of nerves at my apex and I shat­ter.

With an an­i­mal­is­tic sound, Mick de­vours my nether lips like he did my mouth ear­lier. And I fi­nally un­der­stand what the term “eat­ing her out” means.

With greedy tongue and teeth, he forces an­other body melt­ing or­gasm from me be­fore he kisses me softly, right on my swollen cli­toris.

Again, the tone of his move­ments shifts as one of Mick’s fin­gers slides into me to the first knuckle. I’m so bone­less, I don’t re­act. He gen­tly sucks on my labia on one side be­fore mov­ing to the other to do the same thing, his fin­ger mov­ing in tiny in­cre­ments in­side me.

The plea­sure slowly builds again, but it’s dif­fer­ent now. All of my body’s de­fenses are down. I wel­come ev­ery touch, ev­ery hot breath against my in­ti­mate flesh as the low buzz of ec­stasy vi­brates along my nerve end­ings.

Mick lifts his head. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Yes,” I sigh. “Will.”

But I can­not imag­ine pain com­ing from his touch when my body is surf­ing on the tsunami wave of the en­dor­phins he caused to crash through me.

Slid­ing up my body, his ex­pres­sion changes slightly, fire banked in his green gaze. He looks at me like I’m a task he’s about to com­plete with bru­tal ef­fi­ciency.

And even that doesn’t spark anx­i­ety in me. How can it af­ter the sur­feit of plea­sure he’s al­ready wreaked on my body?

Then he kisses me, own­ing my mouth, no trace of gen­tle­ness on his lips or tongue. I taste my­self on him, tangy and dif­fer­ent.

His fin­ger slides fur­ther into me up to the sec­ond knuckle. It stings a lit­tle, but even that morphs into some­thing I en­joy.

The heel of his hand presses down on my plea­sure spot as he slides his fin­ger deeper. The pres­sure builds, then sharp­ens. An­other sting, this one quick and bit­ing.

Still kiss­ing me, he swal­lows my gasp of sur­prise. I try to press my butt deeper into the mat­tress to get away from the sting and then I’m tilt­ing my pelvis up­ward, crav­ing more.

When I cli­max this time, I nearly pass out from ec­stasy fu­eled ex­haus­tion.

Only then does his hand still and his mouth lift away from mine. “It’s done.”

I feel hol­lowed out and at peace like I haven’t done since my aunt’s death.

Present Day

I come out of my mem­o­ries with a snap.

Be­cause all the won­der and vul­ner­a­bil­ity of my wed­ding night ended with Mick leav­ing to take care of busi­ness.