Page 71 of His Fake Fiancé

But it wasn’t enough.

He eased her back on the bed, until she was lying down, her knees bent over the edge of the bed, him standing between them. He pulled away from her lips, trailed kisses along the curve of her jaw, the length of her throat. Dipped his tongue in the space between her breasts, making her shiver. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, lashing the tight bid with his tongue.

She gasped and arched her back. He covered her other breast with his hand and squeezed, making her gasp again. Her beaded nipple burned into his palm.

After a moment, he switched sides, treating her other nipple to the same tongue lashing. She squirmed and moaned, especially when he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. They way her hips writhed made his cock throb.

He pulled away with a pop that made her twitch. He smiled and pressed a kiss on her breastbone. Then another one, just below it. Down, down, down he went, until he was swirling his tongue around her bellybutton. Goosebumps exploded along the skin of her belly. She gasped and tried to roll away, but he held her down and did it again. Her gasping squeal made him smile. She slipped her fingers into his hair, and he held his breath, waited for her to push him away.

But she didn’t. She just stroked his scalp, sending a cascade of his own goosebumps down his neck. He nuzzled her bellybutton with his nose, loving the soft, satiny feel of her skin. He probably should have shaved again before they started this, gotten rid of the five o’clock shadow, but he couldn’t deny he liked the idea of leaving behind a little whisker burn on her skin. A brand of sorts.

The idea made his cock twitch.

He pushed the idea and his reaction aside. They were too complex for the moment, maybe forever. Besides, he had more important things to be focused on right now.

He lowered himself to his knees on the floor, and trailed another line of kisses lower, pressing his lips against the skin of her lower belly. And then lower, just above her pussy.

She flexed her hips, trying to coax him lower. He smiled against her skin, refusing to budge. No matter how much his cock ached to be inside her, his mouth watered to taste her. He wanted to tease her until she was just as needy, just as desperate as he was.

Instead of moving lower, he moved to the side, dragging his tongue over to the crest of her hip. She made a noise of disappointment and tried to urge him back to her pussy. He refused to give in, and instead nipped her hipbone with his teeth. She jolted again, and this time he laughed.

She tightened her fingers in his hair. The prickle of pain in his scalp sent a sear of heat down his spine. His cock throbbed, a spurt of precum leaking out of the tip.

He pulled back and slid his hands down her legs to grab her ankles, lifting her legs and bending her knees, placing her feet on the edge of the bed. This position opened her completely to him.

She made a distressed sound, almost a whimper, and he stopped and raised up so he could see all of her. She’d thrown her arm over her eyes, the corner of her lip caught between her teeth.

“Hey,” he said, running his hands up the inside of her thighs to her knees and then back again. He hoped the move was soothing, but by the way her thighs tensed, he wasn’t sure he managed it. “Look at me, please.”

She moved her arm and leaned up on her elbows to look down at him. The tips of her ears were pink. It was the only way he could tell she was embarrassed because her cheeks and chest were already flushed with her arousal.

“Talk to me, angel,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Tell me what’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours. Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head. The relief that roared through him left him light headed. He was glad she didn’t want to stop, but he totally would have if she’d said yes. He wasn’t interested in anyone who wasn’t one hundred percent into what they were doing.

“What is it then?”

She licked her lips and he swallowed back a groan. His cock was so hard it hurt. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to tamp down his lust.

“It’s… I mean, it’s just…” She took a deep breath, her breasts rising in the most distracting way. “I’m embarrassed.” The words came out in a rush.

Her words surprised him, causing something he didn’t understand to shift inside him. He knew this wasn’t her first time. She’d had a couple of boyfriends over the years. And although they’d never talked about their love lives in any sort of detail, it would be dumb to think she hadn’t had sex with either of them. Whether they’d ever gone down on her was another story. Some dudes were selfish idiots when it came to sex. It was clear that none of her previous lovers had been good enough for her.

Like you are?

He pushed that thought aside, because he didn’t need the truth cock blocking him right now. Anyway, he had more pressing things to worry about. Like the fact that the goddess in front of him was nervous about him looking at her gorgeous body. That was at least something he could help her with.

“Oh, angel, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He trailed his gaze from her face down the lean length of her torso to the soft golden hair that covered her pussy. “You’re beautiful. Every single inch of you.”

He pressed on her knees, opening her up even more. She was wet and pink and perfect. “But most especially…” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “…your pretty pink pussy.” He pressed a soft kiss against her center. Just a tease, not enough to satisfy.

She kept her gaze locked on his, even though the corner of her lip was clamped tight between her teeth. It felt like a victory, so he rewarded her with another soft, barely there kiss.

Her hips shifted up, seeking, chasing his mouth. And he had never been one to pass up such a blatant invitation. It was his turn to lick his lips. There was one thing in this world he excelled at, and God help him, he was going to show her. Because, for some reason, in this moment, it mattered. It was the only thing that mattered.

He leaned forward and feasted.

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