Page 114 of In Between Death and the Devil

“Are you sure?” Fen pulled back. “You don’t sound as enthusiastic about that.”

“No. It’s good.” I tugged him towards me, needing his mouth on me, but he refused to budge.

“I can do better than good. Let me get this right.”

“Fen, it’s fine. You’re making me feel great. Just keep going.” I felt like I might combust if he didn’t kiss me.

“Something you should know about me,” he said, settling back into the couch, “I’m very dedicated to learning. I don’t care how long it takes.” He pulled me toward him until I was practically lying on his chest. “So, tell me, which is better: this?” He gently scraped his teeth against my neck. “Or this?” He sucked a kiss in a spot on the other side of my neck and followed it with teeth.

“The second,” I gasped.

“Excellent.” He sounded smug, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to do it again.

He obliged me, making his way over my collarbone and down between my breasts, tugging my shirt to the side. It had an open neck that was loose enough to allow him access to my collarbone, but not wide enough to fully expose my breasts. After a tug or two, he gave up and bent forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth through the fabric.

I squirmed in his lap at the sensation. It was both good and not enough. The fact that he was too impatient to remove the shirt was hot, but the fabric was in the way. I wanted his mouth on my skin with nothing in between.

“Hot or cold?” he asked around my breast.

“Warm.”

“Hmmm.” He pulled away.

I almost begged him not to; the vibration of his hum against my skin sent a delicious frisson through me, but his hands on my thighs just below the hem of his shirt stopped me.

His gaze held mine as his hands slid up the sides of my legs, taking the fabric with them. He stopped right below my hips and raised one eyebrow in question.

“Warmer.” My voice was breathy.

“Good girl.” His praise made me shiver. Then he slid his hands over my ass and up my sides, baring the most sensitive part of me, and the shiver turned into a whole body shudder.

With my legs on either side of his, I was spread open, my wet center exposed to the air. I squeezed my legs together, instinctively trying to close them.

“None of that.” He tutted, his gaze trained on my face, gauging my reaction. “I’ll get to your sweet cunt in good time, but I want to admire it first.” His eyes dropped to the juncture of my thighs, the admiration and heat in his eyes unmistakable.

I bit my lip to stifle a whimper as a different part of me clenched. His scrutiny was both embarrassing and the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. Part of me wanted to preen. The same part of me also wanted to grab his hand and put it where I needed it, but I stayed still, wanting to be good for him.

His thumbs stroked my ribs gently as he looked his fill, each pass making me wetter and wetter. When he finally looked up, I was ready to combust. “So pretty.”

There was no holding back my moan. “Please.”

“Please, what, Maeve? Use your words.” His fingers kept up their maddening sweeps.

Gods. I couldn’t think with his hands on me like that. All I knew was that sitting like this was driving me mad. “Keep going,” I managed finally.

“Like this?” His hands continued their ascent up my sides, hovering just below my breasts.

“Yes.” My nod was urgent.

His thumbs stroked the curve of my breasts as he pulled the shirt up and over the swell of them. I raised my arms and he swept it up and off, tossing it to the side. His hands came back to rest at the sides of my breasts, his thumbs tracing the bottom curve of them.

My nipples tightened into stiff peaks.

“Now, where was I?” He leaned forward, took one of my nipples in his mouth, and sucked.

My head fell back, eyes closed, and my hands flew to his head. This. This was exactly what I wanted. It was like there was a direct line from my breast to my clit. The harder he sucked, the harder the throb between my legs. “Hot,” I gasped. “Boiling. Don’t stop.”

He let go of my nipple with a lewd pop. “Good girl.” Then he latched onto the other nipple, and I started to tremble.