Page 79 of Double the Redemption

He wasted no time applying the same suction to the other nipple, increasing the pressure, watching, listening, and gauging her tolerance and cues.

The harder he sucked, the deeper her moans and the more desperate her hips ground into him. He moved back to the other, lowering the cup of her right breast down even farther, then rolled her nipple between his fingers, tugging and pinching it just enough to have her crying out.

“Ink, God, please,” she whimpered, nails digging into his scalp before she tugged at the thick strands, as if she wanted to yank him away. But the moment he eased the suction, she arched into him, needing more.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl. Give me the words.” He wanted to hear it from her, to see her confidence shine through.

“You. I need you,” she panted, a sob building behind her words. “Please, Ink. Please.”

“Be brave, baby. Tell me exactly what you need in detail. Give me directions so I can make you feel so good.”

She squirmed, and he pulled away from her, making her drop her hands. With glazed eyes, she stared up at him, skin flushed and legs wrapped so tight around his hips there was no denying the way her body undulated against him, seeking more.

“Tell me, Naomi,” he ordered, giving her right nipple a quick pinch, and her mouth dropped open on a moan. Even though he knew he was playing with fire, he arched his hips, pressing his erection tight against her clit, giving her just a little more friction, a little more pressure.

Her whimper was immediate, and he had to grit his teeth from embarrassing himself. This was about her. It had to be about her. Denying himself was something he’d never done before, but there was a first time for everything.

And for her, he’d do anything he had to. She was worth it.

“Ink, I … I don’t know what to ask for,” she breathed out, cheeks flushing.

“What are you feeling right now, baby? Describe it to me.”

“Hot. Needy. Shaky. Like my body is on fire, and I have so much pressure building in my belly and in my … my clit.”

“Good girl. And what do you need from me to make you feel better, to make you feel like you’re not so needy and achy? Tell me.”

A shimmer of confidence started to grow, but it wasn’t there yet. She swallowed hard and arched her hips into his cock, and her body shuddered.

He groaned, dropping his head. “Baby, you’re killing me. I just need you to tell me, Naomi, and I’ll give it all to you. Every last ounce of my attention will be making you feel so good, but I need you to tell me. Give me the direction of what you need to make you come.”

Hell, the last part was more of a plea to save his own sanity, but he didn’t care.

She blew out a long, slow breath, gathering her courage. “Ink, I really need you to make me come, or I might lose my mind. I need you to suck on my clit and finger me. I need you to keep going until I finally get to come. I haven’t in so long, not even on my own, and I miss it. Please.”

A deep, guttural groan escaped him, but he didn’t question it. “Thank fuck, baby girl.” He wasted no time yanking down her jeans and lace panties, throwing them to the floor. There’d be time later to admire them. But not yet. He had to taste her first.

Her blonde curls were neatly trimmed, and he was sure he’d never seen anything prettier. When he pressed her legs wider, she gasped and rose on her elbows, eyes wide.

“Fuck, baby, you smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you, but you need to promise me that you’re going to stop me if you don’t like something. Do you promise?”

“I promise. Please, Ink.”

He wasted no more time, unable to go slow or gentle. Instead, he feasted, devouring every inch of her.

Naomi jerked, her body going taut, and her hand weaved into his hair again. The gasps, moans, and cries dropping from her lips only pushed him further.

“Ink, oh, yes, fuck, yes,” she gasped, arching and grinding into his face.

The floodgates had been opened, and her restraint was gone. Only her pleasure and the orgasm rising inside her remained. And he was so fucking glad to be the one to see it, to taste it.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking with enough pressure to have her bucking again, and her legs clamped around his head, her body trembling as she got closer and closer.

But he wasn’t done. He needed to feel her, so he forced himself to stop, trying to ignore her desperate pleas for him to keep going.

“No, baby, spread those legs wide for me,” he ordered, and moved his hands to her thighs, pried them open, and pushed them up and back, exposing more of her. She squirmed as he looked at her.

“Shhh,” he soothed when she started to protest. “There isn’t an inch of you that I won’t be familiar with, Naomi. Just like you’ll know me. Now, can you keep your legs just like this for me?”