Page 56 of His Secret Wish

She stuck out her lower lip in a pout and reached for him. “Come back to me.”

He shook his head. “You were trying to make me come before I was ready.”

She batted her eyelashes, although the tilt of her lips gave her away. “Who? Me?” Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses. She looked good enough to eat. And he planned on feasting.

“Yes, you.” He grabbed the waistband of her panties. “And do you know what happens to naughty girls?”

She shook her head.

He pulled her panties down to her knees. It took a little maneuvering, but he managed to pull her legs out from under him and lifted them off the bed so he could pull her underwear off and toss it aside. He spread her legs, opening her up to him, and placed them on the bed on each side of his hips.

Her pretty pussy was wet, the hair around her folds glistening with it. He licked his lips, already tasting her spicy sweet flavor on his tongue. She shifted her hips, spreading her legs wider, lifting her knees so her feet were planted on the bed. Opening herself up to him completely.

He honestly wasn’t sure he hadn’t died and gone to heaven. That could be the only explanation for this moment. For her agreeing to let him love her, even if it was only one last time.

The thought made his chest ache, but he pushed all of that aside. Worrying about what may happen in the future wasn’t helpful. If ever there was a time to be firmly in the moment, this was it.

He lowered himself to the mattress, scooting back until he was staring directly at her pussy. Her musk coated the air, ramped up the need inside him. He wrapped his hands around her inner thighs and pushed her legs wider. She opened for him, her pink lips begging for him. Begging for his tongue.

He licked his lips, and then bent his head, swiping the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top. She gasped, wiggling her hips, trying to push her pussy against his face. He tightened his grip on her thighs, holding her steady.

“Uh uh,” he said, making sure his breath brushed against her wetness. “Bad girls don’t get to dictate what happens here. I’m in charge.”

She made a growling sound and hauled herself up on her elbows to stare at him. Frustration and lust flashed in her eyes. “Oh, really?” The question came out throaty and strained.

“Yup.” He licked her pussy again, this time pressing his tongue between her folds. The salty sweet taste of her burned his tongue in the best way.

She leaned her head back on a groan, her thighs tensing under his fingers. She looked undone, wanton. And so fucking sexy it made his cock ache even more. He rolled his hips against the mattress, trying to alleviate some of the hurt. It felt so fucking good.

He licked her again, once, twice, and then it was time to feast. He lapped at her opening, running the tip of his tongue around the edge. She made a squeaking sound, and moisture flooded his tongue. He swallowed it down, going back for more, going deeper and deeper, until he was fucking her with his tongue.

She fell back on the bed, lifting her hands over her head and grabbing on to the wrought iron headboard. Her thighs quivered, her ass flexing against the bed. He slid his hand from her thigh to her pussy, slipping his thumb between her folds and finding her clit. He pressed and rubbed in a circular motion, just how he knew she liked.

More moisture flooded his tongue, making him drunk. She made a high, keening sound, lifting her hips and pressing them more firmly against his mouth, against his thumb. He ground his hips into the mattress, the move instinctual, unstoppable.

He licked her deep one last time, and then adjusted his position to concentrate on her clit. Spreading her lips with his fingers, he used the tip of his tongue, flicking it against the swollen bud. Her stomach muscles flexed, and she gasped, quivering all over. He knew the touch of his tongue was light, and not what she wanted or needed, but he didn’t care. This was about driving her to the edge, teasing her until she was so desperate, she’d beg.

“Please, Owen. Please.” She let go of the death grip she had on the headboard, drove her fingers into his hair, pressed his face against her. “Please make me come.”

The throaty plea cracked his resolve. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Her fingers in his hair tightened, pulling almost to the point of pain. His scalp prickled, sending a shower of goosebumps down his spine. Her thighs closed around his head, the sensation clearly driving her right to the edge.

He ravished her clit, using his lips and his teeth and his tongue to drive her forward. Her entire body tensed, her muscles trembling. He could tell she was close, and he knew what to do to push her over the edge. He slid two fingers inside her, the soft wet heat wrapping around them.

“Oh, God.” It was more moan than anything else, and she clamped one of her hands over her mouth. He could understand the sentiment. While he would like nothing more than to hear her cries of ecstasy, they weren’t exactly in a place that was meant for that. Too many ears could be listening.

He pulled his fingers out and then pressed them in again, building to a brutal rhythm. His tongue lashed her clit, his lips sucking the little bud for all they were worth.

“Just like that, just like that.” The chant was muffled by her hand, but he heard it all the same. Her hips rocked against his hand, against his face, in an erratic beat.

He continued his onslaught, needing to drive her over the brink, needing her to come. His hips drove his cock against the mattress. Pre-cum gushed out of the head. Making her come was going to make him come if he wasn’t careful. But it just felt so fucking good, especially with the taste of her burned into his taste buds. He forced himself to stop, still his hips. He was not coming yet.

She spread her legs wide. He pushed his fingers in deep and grazed her clit with his teeth. Gently bit down.

Her entire body clenched tight, her muscles clamping down on her bones. No doubt she was going to be sore tomorrow. If she wasn’t, then that meant he hadn’t done his job, and that wasn’t happening. Her pussy squeezed his fingers, moisture flooded his palm.

She half shrieked, half groaned behind her hand, her entire body shaking. Her skin glistened with sweat, even though the air in the room was cool. She was flushed, her cheeks, the tops of her breasts, a rosy pink. It was a fucking beautiful sight.

He gave her clit one last kiss, making her groan and tremble, and slipped his fingers out of her. She whimpered, her belly quivering. And then her muscles unlocked, and she sank back to the mattress. He popped his fingers into his mouth, not wanting to waste a drop of her essence.

So. Fucking. Good.

He pressed a kiss to her pussy, and then crawled up her body, peppering her skin with light kisses. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. Her nipples were just begging to be sucked. He kissed up her sternum, her throat, until he was at her mouth.

She blinked her eyes open, her glassy gaze full of satisfaction. He pressed his lips against hers in a quick, light kiss. The edges of her mouth ticked up into a lazy smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” There was a strained note to his voice, one he couldn’t help. His cock ached like a motherfucker, more than ready to get in on the action. He reached down and readjusted, trying to alleviate his discomfort. His cock was going to have to wait. He wasn’t quite done with her yet.