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I whimper against his mouth, bringing my arms around his neck. He puts his hands on my hips, squeezing tightly, and kisses me until I’m forced to break away for air. He moves his hands, cupping my ass instead, and drops his head to my breasts, kissing each one before taking a nipple into his mouth. I gasp, because his warm mouth around the tight little bud is enough to make my belly tighten with want. Whatever we do, I won’t last long, and I know that just means he’ll bring me to a couple of climaxes instead of one. We know each other’s bodies well by now. I know exactly how to get him to come down my throat, and he knows where to find that little spot inside me that makes me come messily, whetherit’s on his fingers or cock or thanks to his mouth. He continues to suck on my breasts, scraping his teeth along the sensitive underside of one, as he massages my bottom, but eventually he groans and drops to his knees.
I blink down at him, shivering as he drags his hands up my thighs, nudging them apart. He kisses my belly, resting his chin against it so he can look up at me.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I run my hand through his soaking wet hair. “You are.”
“You know I want to devour every inch of you, always.” His fingers trace patterns into my inner thighs, teasingly light. “You’re my princess. And princesses always get what they deserve.”
I tug on his hair, and he responds by nipping at the skin of my belly.
“And what do I deserve?” I ask. It’s a game we’ve played before, but the answer never fails to leave me breathless.
He waits a moment before answering, drawing out the anticipation. I want his mouth on my cunt so badly I can hardly stand it, but I don’t press. Not when I’m this close to being rewarded.
“Princesses deserve to be spoiled.” He punctuates that by pressing his mouth to my folds, kissing and sucking, before he looks back up. “You deserve to be spoiled.”
Chapter 10
Bex
I gasp. I press forward, urging him to get his mouth back on my skin. Like this, it’s easy to take his affections. What woman doesn’t want to be spoiled in bed? It’s the rest I have trouble with. I shove the thought out of my mind, determined to focus on this perfect moment, and like he can tell, he finds my clit, sucking on it in that way that never fails to make my nails dig into his shoulders. He eats me out until I’m begging him for his fingers, his cock, anything more to tip me over the edge. He drags it out, though, getting me close only to back away, forcing me to beg for it.
Instead of rising, pulling me into a proper kiss, and giving me his cock, he turns me around, his big hands keeping me steady. Before I can react, he slides two fingers into my cunt—and presses his tongue against my asshole.
I cry out against the slick shower tile. I should have known that getting him into this mood would lead to trouble. I may have started out in control, but he’s wrested it from me deftly, making me weak with his talented tongue. He keeps his fingers inside me, moving them lazily, as he spreads my ass with his other hand, licking me out until I don’t know whether to press back against him for more or try to get him to finger-fuck me properly. My toes curl against the tile and the shower pours down on my head, adding to the dizzying sensations running through me.
He bites my ass gently, his thumb on my clit once more, andI moan his name as the orgasm rushes through me. My eyes squeeze shut, tiny dots of light dancing on the edges of my vision. I clench my pussy around his fingers, pleased to hear his groan, but rather than working up to another round, he withdraws them entirely.
My eyes fly open; I look back at him in outrage. He strokes my cheek as he reaches over to shut off the shower spray. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re going to get my cock.”
He wraps me in a soft, fluffy towel, but my skin is so hot and sensitive that it feels like sandpaper. I let it fall off me as he lifts me into his arms. He walks us back to the bed, even though we’re dripping wet, and lays me out—on my hands and knees.
I shiver as he strokes a hand down my back. He moves my hair over one shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my skin. “How should I spoil you?” he murmurs. “Fill your aching pussy while I spank the tease out of you? Make you come again while my cock is buried inside your tight little ass? What did you imagine when you were touching yourself?”
“James,” I gasp out. It’s rare that he gets so dirty, speaking so plainly about the things he wants to do with me, and I can’t believe he’s willing to do it while his entire family is right downstairs. He’s taken my flirting into the stratosphere. “Whatever you want.”
“Not good enough,” he says, still pressing kisses to my sensitive skin. I shiver as his teeth scrape against the nape of my neck; I’m cold everywhere except where he’s touching, and of course between my legs, already aching for another orgasm. “Pick one.”
While he’s played with my ass a lot, we’ve never gone all the way when it comes to anal sex, and I know what he’s really asking. Do I want to press forward and try it out, or have I reached my limit?
He’s patient, continuing his stroking, the kisses, while I think. I swallow, turning my head so I can see him. “The second one.”
I think he’s surprised, because he ducks his head, hiding his smile. But when he looks up, his expression has turned wicked. “Which was the second one again?”
“James,” I whine, blush erupting on my cheeks. He’s going to make me say it. I should have realized; as much as he likes teasing me, he needs my definitive say-so to go forward, especially with something new.
“Tell me and I’ll do it, princess. How do you want to be spoiled?”
I feel like I’m on fire—but the flames of desire outweigh the ones of embarrassment and nervousness. It’s just James, after all. He might be acting like the devil, but underneath the facade, he’s my devoted boyfriend, and he’d never hurt me.
I force myself to look at him as I say it. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Good girl,” he praises, cupping my cheek. “You’re such a perfect girl for me, Beckett.”
I turn my head into his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. He gets off the bed. I can’t see him, but I hear him unzip his suitcase. Another hot drip of desire settles low in my belly. The thought of him packing lube, maybe hoping this would happen, is both sweet and incredibly hot.
One hand settles on my lower back, and the other toys with my still-wet cunt. He slides in two fingers, curling them slightly. “Let me know if it’s too much,” he says. “We can stop whenever.”
