She pulled back. “You don’t like that?”
“I like it too much.”
“Would you like me to do it again or massage your other leg?”
“My legs are great?—”
She licked him again and experienced the flexing of his manhood against her lips, almost as if it were reaching for her mouth. She couldn’t resist it anymore. She took the base in one hand and slipped the darkened, smooth head into her mouth. She moaned at the sensation. He was as soft as a rose petal but as hard as cast iron. His taste was as intoxicating as whiskey and the effect it had on her was new and exciting. Deep in her core, a pulse throbbed, making her wet in a way she’d never thought possible.
Simon hissed in pain and shocked horror made her pull back.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she met his gaze, his dark eyes almost black with passion. Not pain, not violence, but need.
“Do not apologize for being the most erotic woman I have ever met.”
“You weren’t supposed to be looking,” she chided as she smiled up at the man resting on his elbows watching her with avid interest.
“Do you know what it does to a man to know the woman he loves, whom he has desired for so long it hurts, is above him naked, and taking his cock into her mouth? I would have to bestrapped down and blindfolded, and then maybe, just maybe, I might not be able to bust free to rip the blindfold from my eyes.”
“Hmmm,” she teased. “I will save that for another day.”
He plopped his head back on the pillows. “You are a monster of my own making.”
“How did you know I was naked?”
He lied. “Your shift didn’t drag across my legs when you began massaging my leg.”
“You peeked.”
He grinned. “I peeked.”
She crawled up the length of him and kissed him. Savoring every bit of his strength and masculinity as his hands began kneading her buttocks.
“Put your breast in my mouth,” he instructed. “Please, I need to taste you.”
“As you wish.”
“I wish very much.”
She raised up above him and slowly lowered her breast to his mouth, watching the heat ignite in his gaze as he zeroed in on the rosy tip. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, mimicking her actions, and her back arched in response. She suppressed the purr that wanted to escape her lips and watched as he flicked it again and again, arousing her beyond her ability to think. His hot, wet mouth enveloped her breast as his thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple of her other breast.
The need in her built, the moisture dripping from her center down her inner thigh. He moved to her other breast, the scruff of his jaw scraping across her flesh, awakening her to another sensation before his mouth enclosed around her. When his hand slipped between them, down to where she was so wet, she clamped her thighs together. It was embarrassing and distracting her from the pleasure his mouth created.
Simon drew back and searched her face. “Do you want to stop?” Once again, there was no anger or disappointment, just concern for her.
She shook her head, heat rising in her cheeks as she stared down at him. “I’m wet.”
A fire ignited in his eyes once more, but once again, it didn’t scare her. It was as if his fire spread to her, growing to an intensity that wanted to consume her.
“Can I taste you?”
“What?”
“Caillen, when a woman is wet, that means she is enjoying what a man is doing and I have never wanted to taste anything as much as I want to taste your pussy.”
“My pussy?”
His fingers touched her there, and she flinched as he moaned.
