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I left her sweet heat and pressed my mouth to her hand instead, my tongue dancing along the flowery designs. She’d woven in shells as well. Jenica had always enjoyed the beach. There were also swirls that tied it all together, the pattern delicate and beautiful, just like her.
She watched me from beneath hooded eyes, her cheeks pink.
I placed a final kiss on her hand and set it back down before returning to the glistening arousal between her thighs. She was practically weeping for me. “Are you about to explode, Jenica?”
She swallowed. “I think I might come the second you finally touch me, Sir.”
I smiled. “I appreciate your honesty, sweetheart. But you don’t have my permission to come yet.”
Her lips parted. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me,” I replied, adding a hint of reprimand to my tone. “You will not come until I give you permission to.”
She appeared ready to argue.
“Don’t test me,” I warned her. “I told you I wanted you teased and ready to explode. Then I want a heartfelt apology for how badly you’ve tortured me with your pert little ass and perfect tits. Only then will I decide if you can come.”
The pink in her skin bordered on red, sweat gleaming across her brow and stirring a little sheen on her chest.
“Tell me you understand me, Jenica.”
“I understand, Sir,” she replied, her voice lacking the bite I suspected she’d intended to use. But she was too far gone to argue now. Her pupils were fully dilated, her skin pulling tight across her breasts, her breaths coming in needy little pants.
I almost had her where I wanted her.
I just needed to tease a little more to truly push her over the edge.
My teeth grazed her hip bone on my way to her mound, where I gently traced every inch of her soft flesh before exploring the lips of her pussy.
Her scent wrapped around me, begging for more, but I merely took hold of her thighs and spread them wider to continue my sensual torment.
Jenica groaned, her grip tensing so severely on the comforter that her knuckles turned white. “Please, Pierce.”
I moved my lips to her clit and corrected her with a stern “Sir.”
She arched, begging for more, but I pressed her down again with my palm, then held her there while I licked her deep from her entrance to just below her swollen little nub.
“You’re soaking my beard,” I told her with a chuckle, loving how wet I’d made her.
Her legs trembled around me, her orgasm clearly right there, waiting for me to edge her into oblivion. I loved this part, where the woman was so sensitive from being licked and touched everywhere except for the place she desired most.
But Jenica just made it that much more intense. That much more exciting.
“No coming,” I reminded her as I took her clit into my mouth and rolled it with my tongue.
She froze, her body tense with exquisite need. “Please, Sir.”
“No,” I said, circling the point of her pleasure before sliding my tongue down to her entrance once more. I speared her twice, groaning as more of her arousal coated my tongue. It was an aphrodisiac that had me nearly exploding in my pants.
Every part of her was trembling now, her legs covered in goose bumps, her nipples even harder than before.
And that sweet little part of her looked painfully swollen.
I took in her tortured expression, her blown pupils, and her reddened cheeks. Then I settled my lips right at her clit again and said, “You can try apologizing now.” The words vibrated her slick flesh, causing her to tense even more.
“Oh God…”
“That’s not an apology,” I whispered, my tongue flicking out to torture her even more. “Perhaps this will help.” I inserted two fingers into her channel and hooked them upward to stroke that spot deep inside—the one that drove all women crazy.
