“Leave it on.”
“It drives me mad. But now it’s my turn.” He scooted down until he was nestled between her thighs. The first stroke along her cleft was with his forefinger. “My God, but you’re wet. You liked what you were doing.”
“I did. Do you like what you’re about to do down there?”
His lids were half-lowered, his gaze sultry. “I wouldn’t be down here if I didn’t.”
Then his tongue replaced his finger, the caress slow and long, and she very nearly saw stars. She was so ready for him. Her little nubbin swollen and throbbing and so very sensitive to his touch. When he tugged on it, she jerked up, almost sitting, cradling his head between her hands. “I think I’m a wanton.”
“I love wantons.”
A suckle, a swirl of his tongue, and her entire body tensed, crying out for release. “I can’t hold on.”
“Then fly.”
“Not without you. Not tonight. I want you inside me.”
With a growl, he moved swiftly, rolling away from her, landing on his back. “Straddle me so I can appreciate this maddening corset.”
Placing her knees on either side of his hips, she rose up. He positioned himself, and she began slowly pushing down until he was completely seated inside her. He filled her entirely, felt so wonderful. She blinked back the tears that threatened. She waited, simply absorbing all the wonderful sensations she experienced when they were joined.
“Can you breathe with this thing on?” he asked.
“Not well.”
“We can’t have that. Besides, I think it’s done its job. It and your mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life.”
She released a small laugh, partly because he soundedso disgruntled, partly because he sounded so satisfied and pleased.
He flicked the hooks free of their mooring, and breath rushed into her lungs. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed it.
After pulling the corset away from her, he dropped it over the side of the bed. He filled his hands with her breasts, began kneading.
She moaned. “That feels so damned good.”
“Did you just use profanity?”
With a smile, she lowered herself, kissed him. “I think my breasts were going to sleep. You’ve woken them up. It feels marvelous.”
Placing his hands at her back, he held her in place as he rolled his shoulders off the bed and closed his mouth around her nipple, suckling and soothing. That felt even better.
He gave the same attention to her other breast, before dropping back down. “You have the reins, sweetheart. Ride me. Fast, slow, gentle, hard. I’ll follow your lead.”
At that moment she didn’t know if it was possible to love him any more than she did. She rose up the length of him, slid back down. It was a different angle from what she’d ever experienced. She liked it. She liked it a lot. Then she began rocking, creating pressure where she needed it.
“Oh, you’re enjoying that,” he said.
“How do you know?”
“Because you look like you’ve found heaven.”
She had. With him. But she didn’t want to think about that now. Those thoughts were for later.
As his hands returned to her breasts, she rode him, increasing the tempo, sliding, rocking. They began panting in earnest; the pleasure began building. But the peak eluded her.
“I can’t...” She shook her head. How could she explain it? “I don’t...”
He cradled her hips between his hands. She slid up, and he guided her down with more force. The pleasure intensified. She gasped.
