Page 61 of Taming Scarlet

Once he was let back inside, Hugh made his way toward Scarlet’s bed. A dog who was used to his habits, even if his mom wasn’t in the bed with him.

Finished with that, I made my way back into the room, finding Scarlet already wiggling on the bed, trying and failing to press her thighs together.

I closed the door behind myself then, eyes on her, starting to slip off my clothes.

And fuck if her chest didn’t start rising and falling more rapidly as the layers came off.

I kept on my boxer briefs purely for self-restraint reasons.

This was about her.

About giving her what she needed.

To come, sure.

But more so than that, the undivided attention she was craving.

“Julian, please,” she pleaded softly, hips writhing restlessly.

I wasn’t done teasing, though.

She would have a fuckuva lot more sweet torture before she got to come.

I moved over to the bed, climbing up, and starting to run my hands over her.

Up her calves, thighs, hips, belly, chest, shoulders.

I took the same path back down with my lips and tongue, then up again, feeling her body practically vibrating with need.

My lips were on her neck, feeling the frantic pulse of her heart there before moving up. Along her jaw, the shell of her ear, between her brows. Then, finally, sealing my lips to hers.

She whimpered against my kiss as I deepened it, as my teeth nipped, and my tongue explored.

I felt her yanking against her restraints, wanting to wrap me up in arms and legs.

I pressed up, looking down, seeing wetness gathered in her eyes.

So desperate for release that she was about ready to cry.

That was exactly where I wanted her.

This time, when my lips blazed a path downward, they didn’t stop until they found their intended target.

Her body jolted hard as my lips closed around her clit and sucked, and the sound that escaped her was half pain and half pleasure.

She wouldn’t take long.

She was so close.

I couldn’t even slip my fingers inside of her before she was arching and shaking, until she was crying out her release, then collapsing back down, panting hard with relief.

“We’re not done, pet,” I told her, running my tongue up and down her pussy, then around her clit, but not making any contact with the too-sensitive spot until she was whimpering and writhing again.

Only then did my tongue start to circle as my fingers slid inside of her.

The next orgasm was silent as she seemed to hold her breath as her entire body stiffened hard before convulsing through it.

“One more,” I said, fingers thrusting lazily inside of her, but leaving her clit alone for the moment.

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