He hadn’t even touched herthereyet.
But that is where he was headed now. She realized with alarm that he was crawling down her body, his mouth painting a trail of pleasure across her belly as he dragged her flimsy nightwear down, down. When her navel was exposed, he dipped his tongue there, but didn’t linger. He had a different target in mind.
She knew what he planned, even if she had never experienced this particular pleasure. It should have scandalized her. She wanted to have the strength to tell him to stop. To just take her now. But, wicked woman that she was, she couldn’t summon the will.
He dragged the negligee lower, exposing her mound. And he buried his nose in her curls, nuzzling her in the most mortifyingly delectable way. She was in a frenzy now. Wanting to open her legs, spread herself wide so that he had access to her center, where she was swollen and wet and aching. She wanted him there rather desperately.
But her nightgown imprisoned her legs, still bunched around her upper thighs, so she could do nothing but whimper as she waited for his pleasure. Her hands opened and closed on his head, scratching his scalp and pulling his hair. He seemed not to care. Actually, he seemed to like it, groaning and leaning into her hands like a huge wild cat that allowed himself to be tame enough to be petted.
“Colin.” His name was a whisper on her lips. Lifting her head, she looked down at him. She wanted him to hurry. She would self combust at this rate, or go mad and start misbehaving. There was only so much restraint one could exercise.
“Yes, my darling?” He crooned into her curls, his hot, humid breath soaking into her and making her even more wet. His wicked tongue insinuated itself between her closed nether lips to lick at the swollen flesh inside. I tiny yelp escaped her before she could contain it and she tried to open her thighs in earnest, but the damn nightgown wouldn’t let her.
“Colin, please.” In the dim light, she felt more than saw his satisfied smile. With a last forceful tug, he lowered her negligee all the way down her legs and discarded it. Finally! Freedom. With a grateful sigh, she let her legs fall open. His hands caught her behind her knees to bring her legs up and out, spreading her wide. Completely open and exposed to his gaze.
This is what she had wanted. But suddenly embarrassment swamped her. She was so exposed. He was so close to her most intimate flesh that she could feel his breath fanning over her. So close that he must be able to see every little detail, even in the semidarkness. This couldn’t be decent. Couldn’t be right. Shame warred with anticipation of what he would do next, and she froze, attempting to close her legs.
But his hands were holding her fast. Not letting her move, not allowing any modesty.
“No.” He growled the word. “Don’t close your legs. I’ll stop if you want me to, but let me look at you. I want to learn you, taste you. I want to lick you and pleasure you until you scream my name.”
As if to emphasize his words, his tongue licked languorously through her folds. His wicked, marvelous, gifted tongue. All thought of shame or denial fled her mind as instinct took over. Her legs fell open, and she moaned her consent. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as this wicked pleasure didn’t stop.
She had to clap her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from uttering a guttural cry. But he wasn't done. Oh, no. He seemed to just be getting started. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her buttocks, propping her up, positioning her for his devourment.
“Perfect. Stay like that. Keep your legs spread for me, darling.”
As if she could do anything else. With him settled between her legs, his shoulders wedged between her thighs, it effectively prevented her from closing them. Not that she wanted to anymore. He propped himself on his elbows, his big hands at the juncture between her legs and torso, while his thumbs played over and inflamed her intimate flesh.
The first touch of his lips was electrifying. His mouth descended on her sensitized flesh and held nothing back. It was so incredibly intimate, this act. His face was buriedthere, where nobody had ever touched or seen her before.
And he was doing things, wicked things. It felt forbidden, dark, and delicious. His tongue circled her entrance, dipping inside, curling, licking, tasting, darting out to spread her moisture over the rest of her flesh. His lips closed around her bud and sucked lightly at first.
Her whole body jumped. “Shhh. It’s all right. You taste delicious. I’ll give you what you need.”
She was almost sobbing, insensible with the intense pleasure he was arousing in her. She had never felt anything like this. Desire so deep, so urgent, that it was almost painful.
“Touch your breasts for me. Roll your nipples between your fingers.” He spoke against her flesh.
“N-no.” She protested. Touch herself in front of him? She couldn’t do that. It was one thing to lie under his ministrations. But to actually take part in giving herself pleasure? With him watching? Impossible.
“Yes.” A hard suckle, a soothing lick to her bud. Too much. Not enough. Her flesh was pounding. Could he hear her heartbeat in her loins?
“Do it.” And he inserted a finger into her opening. Her flesh contracted around the invasion. Greedy, welcoming. She had been so empty for so long. Her head rolled back and ground into the pillow.
She needed more, but he wasn’t giving it to her. He was waiting for her to obey his order, all the while letting her feel him there. His mouth on her, his finger inside her, but not moving. It was driving her insane.
“Abigail.” He growled in warning against her flesh. And she broke. She wanted this too much to resist. Timidly, she brought her hands to her breasts and simply held them. Hoping he would be satisfied with that.
He wasn’t.
“Roll your nipples between your fingers. The way I did before. Yes, that’s it.” He rewarded her with a lick over her clitoris when she complied. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
She nodded in the dark. He stopped. “Tell me.” And he suckled her bud.
A tiny yelp escaped her. “Y-yes.”
She felt him smile. “We’ll have to work on your eloquence.” A lick. “I want you to tell me what you are feeling.” A suckle. “What you like.” A swirl. “I like it when you speak to me during sex.” At last, he settled his mouth fully against her and began to pleasure her in earnest.
