Page 116 of Wicked Lessons


Font Size:  

“Yes, sir,” she says. “And thanks.”

Rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I ask. “For what?”

“You took me away before I made a drunk idiot of myself.”

“For thanking me so prettily, you get a reward.”

I trace a tiny circle over her clit and down the length of her slit. Moisture soaks through her knickers, indicating the extent of her arousal. She bucks her hips and whines.

“Eager, are we?” I ask.

Her cheeks turn a delectable shade of pink. “It’s always like this when I’m around you.”

I walk my fingers up to the waistband of her knickers and then slide beneath the cotton fabric and down to her clit. She’s warm and wet with arousal, and the bundle of nerves beneath my finger swells at my touch.

Tracing gentle circles over her clit with one hand, I continue my assault on her nipple with the other. Phoenix sprawls over my front, panting through the sensations.

At the angle she bends her neck, her pretty hair spills over my chest and shoulder. This is the closest I’ve ever come to cuddling up with a woman. I might be paying her expenses, but toying with her on a Sunday afternoon doesn’t feel like any of my other arrangements.

Phoenix reaches back and clamps a hand on my forearm. “Stop teasing.”

“You’ve worked out the game?” I slide my finger between her wet folds and tap her opening.

She tilts her hips, trying to change the angle so I can enter her, and I return my finger to her clit.

“Work me up until I go crazy?” she asks.

“It’s called tease and denial,” I say.

“What happens if I call the safe word?”

“Don’t.”

“But what if I did?”

“Then I would withdraw my fingers and make a start on Sunday lunch. Is that what you want?”

She gives her head a vigorous shake.

I rub her clit with firmer strokes, making her cry out and arch against my back. Phoenix is so easy to rile, and the sound of her pleasure delights me more than Mozart.

“Professor,” she whispers. “That feels so good.”

She’s getting close to climaxing. Easing off the pressure on her clit, I slow down my strokes, only for her to groan.

I pull at her thick nipples, and murmur into her ear, “You make such pretty noises.”

“Oh, shit,” she says from between clenched teeth. “Let me cum, you fucking sadist.”

I wrap my hand around her neck, making her gasp. “Just for that, I’m going to make you beg.”

“But you’re doing that already.”

My finger leaves her clit and circles her opening, she’s so smooth and slick and ready for fucking that I almost lose track of why I’m wasting time with all this teasing.

A surge of heat to my cock seems to agree with that thought. Phoenix makes me lose focus. Focus I can’t afford to lose control of when I’m on the verge of the most important mission of my life.

The mere hint of Crius cools my arousal, bringing my mind back to my task. Phoenix will be my undoing if I don’t bring her to heel.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com