“However. Just make me feel good, and don’t hold back.”
Etienne pulled her into his hardened length, and she gasped. “You think I’ve been holding back?”
“I know you have.” Ophelia nipped his ear. “But I want this. I want everything you have to give me.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall.He pressed his mouth into hers and forced it open as his tongue explored her. Tasted her. She sighed at the wonderful taste and smell of him. His presence was all-consuming. The way his strong body felt against her soft curves. The woodsy and salty smell of his skin. The touch of his rough palms moving from her pinned wrists, across her arms, her shoulders, her neck.
Etienne broke the kiss, panting. “Fuck. You’re so sexy.” His sinful mouth moved down her neck, sucking and kissing the sensitive flesh as Ophelia’s hands ran over the smooth planes of muscles on his back. He stopped as he reached her full breasts and stared at her in reverence.
“Ophelia, your tits. Goddamn. Do you even know how much these tits drive me crazy?” Etienne worshiped both of her breasts, kneading and sucking and tweaking her nipples into hardened peaks.
“Oh my God, Etienne, yes,” she moaned.
Ophelia was losing her mind. The sounds she emitted were lewd, but she was experiencing another level of lust and bliss that she was confident was unknown to mankind, so what did she really expect?
He sucked on her right nipple, then let it pop out of his mouth. “Babe, Ophelia. These are the tits of my fucking dreams.” He cupped them, feeling their weight, and ran a thumb around her areola. “I don’t think you even understand.” Etienne lapped at her nipple as if it were her clit. She whimpered in appreciation of his tongue.
Etienne wasn’t taking. He was giving, andshewanted to take everything he gave her.
He walked her back to the bed, and Ophelia climbed on it, moving to the center. A dark chuckle fell from Etienne’s lips. “That won’t do.” He grabbed her ankle and pulled her back across the mattress to him so that her legs draped off the bed. Only her upper body was supported by the mattress.
He leaned over her and kissed down her stomach, sending chills up her spine. When he reached her sex, he hooked hisfinger under her lace thong and watched her expression for permission to continue.
“I said don’t hold back,” she told him with a nod.
Without hesitation, he pulled down her thong, gripped her thighs, and positioned them on his broad shoulders. He grabbed her ass with both hands, bringing her to his mouth, and breathed her in deeply before licking straight up her center.
Ophelia released a moan as pleasure consumed her. She sank further into her senses and let her mind absorb every sensation. Relinquishing all control of her own body to him, she let herself writhe and move how she wanted to, how she needed to get more.
Etienne explored her sex with such thoroughness and enthusiasm, watching for her reaction at every pass of his tongue, suck of his lips, and nibble of his teeth. He fucked her center with his tongue, and Ophelia’s hips bucked wildly against his mouth. He growled with approval into her pussy, eliciting another rise of her hips.
She was wet and dripping into his mouth and ready to explode. He came up for air only once and wiped the excess wetness from his beard on the inside of her thighs. The sensation had her grabbing for his wavy brown locks, so she could shove his head back where she needed him most. He resisted her efforts and laughed.
“You are so needy, O. I have your pussy dripping, and you need me back down there for more, don’t you?”
Ophelia groaned in frustration.
“Ask me nicely,” he said, the tips of his fingers dancing lightly over her clit.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly. “Please.”
Biting his lip, Etienne shook his head and tsked. “So goddamn needy.”
He inserted a thick finger into her, and she clenched around it as her legs trembled at the feeling of being filled. He went back in to lick at her clit with fervor. She could feel her orgasmfloating on the periphery, but wanted to keep it at bay for a little longer to bask in everything he had to give.
He began to pump his finger in and out. He added a second, and she felt so stretched and full around him, she wasn’t sure if she could take it. He crooked both fingers against her wall and pressed his tongue flat against her clit. The warmth that had been building broke like a dam, and she shattered.
CHAPTER FORTY THREE
She lost all sense of sight and sound for a full fifteen seconds as she fluttered around his fingers and shook in rapture. When she finally came to, she gazed down at Etienne, whose face was covered in her wetness, so much so that it was dripping off his beard and down his chest. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her entire life.
Ophelia’s mouth hung open in awe at the sight of him, this Romanesque god with perfectly sculpted muscles. “Oh, my God. You are beyond sexy,” she said under her breath.
Sitting up, she noticed the comforter between her legs was…soaked. “Wh—” she stammered. “Did I squirt?” she asked, gaping at the giant wet spot on the bed, then looking to Etienne’s soaking beard and chest.
Etienne stood up proudly, his erection pushing against his scrubs. “Was that your first time?” he asked, wiping his beard.
“Oh my gosh, yes!” she cried. “I’m so sorry! I thought that only happened in porn.” She felt heat begin to climb up her face.
