Page 70 of Sterling Fight

She pulls back first, and I swear those dark eyes are the brightest gem I’ve ever seen. Polished onyx.

Genie steps back and back again, until she’s seated on the edge of one leather couch. She sets The Pickler beside her and reaches demurely beneath the skirt of her dress to remove her underwear as I requested. Then she dramatically holds it up and I snatch it from her hands, bringing it to my nose.

“Sweet as I suspected,” I hum, keeping my eyes on hers while I inhale deeply.

I fold down to my knees and press at hers, forcing them apart. The skirt of her dress falls between her thighs, covering what I long to see. Every reserved movement is an additional tease.

I kiss her again and bunch up the material of her dress. When I pull back, Genie’s knees are wide, her center exposed to me.

“Beautiful,” I hum, reaching for her new purchase. With a flick of my finger, the item vibrates in my fist. Genie’s eyes light up and she watches as I lower it to her inner thigh, taking my time to run it up and down the inside of her leg. Her hips start to rock. She scoots closer to the edge of the couch, hinting that she wants more from this thing.

“Need something, firefly?”

She casually leans back on her arms, keeping her gaze on where I’m teasing her.

“You,” she whispers.

Her answer has me rushing to her center, letting this toy give her pleasure. Pleasing her pleases me. Watching Genie’s eyes flutter closed and her mouth softly open, I’m as hard as this mechanism in my fist.

I circle her core until her breath hitches when I’ve hit my intended mark. I continue to watch her face as her expression softens. Her mouth a perfect little circle of surprise. Her nostrils flaring gently.

“Like that?” I don’t really need an answer from her. Everything about her body language says she does, especially when her hips jut forward and her knees nearly kiss the edge of the couch, spreading as wide as her legs will allow.

“Judd,” she whimpers.

“Is my fiancée in need of some relief?” I tease.

“Yes,” she groans. “Checking yes. In all the boxes. On all the notes.”

I chuckle as I move the vibrator in my hands lower and watch her body take it in.

Genie’s eyes flip open, wide and staring directly at me with a hunger I’ve never seen before. “Yes, Judd. Yes.”

Suddenly feral, I’m desperate in my own way. I’m not opposed to getting her where she wants but I want it to be me who takes care of her needs.

“Genie, let me taste you.” I’m practically salivating.

“Yes,” she cries. Her fingers clutch at the edge of the couch. Her legs tremble.

I pull the vibrator free from her, and Genie cries out with distress, but I won’t disappoint her. I duck my head, latching onto her swollen folds and suck hard.

“Ahh,” she preens, shoving her hand through my hair and cupping the back of my head. Her hips thrust upward, but I clamp her inner thighs to the couch, pinning her in place.

This. This is all I’ve ever wanted for her. To be the one who makes her feel good. Feel alive. Because she does that for me.

I slip my hands beneath her thighs and sling them over my shoulders, angling her lower half like I’m drinking from a treasured chalice. Sipping from the magic lamp that will grant all my wishes.

A litany of thoughts stutter from me. “Spill for me, firefly. Mark this couch. Stain my tongue. Light up for me.” Let me see that spark. That flash in the dark that’s magical, almost mystical.

Genie screams my name, gripping my hair and pinning me to her center when there is no chance I’ll pull away from her. Not until she is fully satisfied.

Eventually, she presses at my forehead. Her chest heaves. Her eyes are closed. She’s spent but a sly grin curls her mouth.

“Judd Sylver, you are hot. Scorching flames. All the chili peppers. The hottest.”

While her comment instantly reminds me of what she mentioned from she who shall not be named, I don’t find a trace of my initial upset.

I’ll warm this woman in every way.