But I need her taste on my tongue, so I toss them aside and wedge my shoulders between her thighs. She’s pink and wet, with a tiny patch of hair over her mound. I part her folds with my thumbs, listening to her breathing change. She needs this. She needs me.
Lowering my head, I swipe my tongue through her folds, moaning at her flavor. Like cherries and spice. Honey in my mouth.
“Dorian!”
Her hips lift, chasing my tongue.
So I spread her wide and eat her pussy, licking and sucking, listening to her cries of pleasure to learn what she likes. I lick heruntil she’s trembling hard, then slide a finger into her hot core, and wrap my lips around her clit, gently sucking.
She shatters, crying my name as she comes for me.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
I add a second finger, working her body through one orgasm and another, until she presses a hand to my head, begging without words for relief. I lick slowly through her folds, bringing her down.
Her hands tighten in my hair. She pulls me up her body and kisses me hard.
“That was…” she pants against my lips. “Dorian, I’ve never… it’s never felt that way.” Her eyes are wide with wonder, like I’ve given her a gift.
But she’s the one who gave it. The gift of her trust and her pleasure.
I kiss her softly, memorizing this moment.
Her hands slide down my sides and cup my hard length.
My breath locks. Catching her hand, I hold it still. If she so much as squeezes, I’ll come and tonight was for her. If I take more, she won’t leave this bed until I’m sated. And I might never be.
“I want to touch you too,” she says.
Those six words mean more to me than she’ll ever know. Yet I hold back. “Not tonight.” I kiss her to take the sting out of the words, then search the bed for her clothes. I find the Army shirt but not her panties.
She pouts a little as she slides it over her head, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You smile now, but this isn’t over.” She pokes my chest. “I’m going to reciprocate when you least expect it.”
“Ambush blowjob?”
Lisette laughs, because yeah, it sounds ridiculous. Sign me the hell up.
“If that’s what it takes,” she says with a little sniff. Just like when we were kids, and she was determined to have her way.
My heart stops, then starts to pound like it’s going to punch through my ribs.
I love her. Even back then, I loved her.
Lisette is mine, and somehow, I have to convince her to stay.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LISETTE
I’ve never slept so good in my life. After the intense pleasure, Dorian wrapped me in his strong arms. All the stress from dealing with Florine’s estate finally melted away, and I was asleep in no time.
I skip into his kitchen, practically vibrating with happiness, and stumble to a stop.
Holy hotness!
He’s leaning against the kitchen counter holding a cup of coffee, wearing only a pair of low-slung sweats. His hair is tied back again, and the morning sun glints off the dark caramel streaks. I greedily take in every inch from his trim beard, down miles of cut muscles, to his long legs, and bare feet.
