Page 31 of Savage Game
Fellatio never had been pleasant, but nothing sex-related with Liam had. The times Michael stuffed his dick in her mouth, she loathed the humiliation that came with gagging, loss of air, and something disgusting spurting in the back of her throat. She wanted to replace those memories with giving head to a man who gave more than he took. A man who was careful and controlled in his dominance. This time she wanted to do this out of free will… and love.
Her throat thickened, but before she could dwell on her last thought, Byron pulled her on top of him. His hand brushed over her head and settled on the back of her neck.
For a moment time stood still as they stared into each other’s eyes. Their bond intensified as if some invisible rope bound them together and made them more connected. Her gaze dropped to his lips. She was sure they would connect in the literal sense of the word soon, but right now they were connected on an emotional level she’d never experienced before.
He trailed his fingertips over her cheek. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
She nodded, unable to form the words.
He pressed a soft kiss on her lips and kept his smoldering gaze locked with hers. Almost like he was savoring the moment, he took her mouth in a slow and seductive rhythm.
Her eyes fluttered closed as the warmth built in her heart. He tasted of mint and man, his lips firm but soft and a little dry. She wanted more, didn’t want him to hold back. Charlotte pushed the tip of her tongue between her lips and touched his bottom lip. He opened at her silent request, and she slid the tip of her tongue into his mouth.
Their hands roamed and their breathing became uneven as they stoked their passion. Charlotte rubbed her breasts against his chest and enjoyed the tickle of the coarse hair.
Byron was still on his back with her half on top of him, and though she didn’t completely control the kiss, for the moment she was more in control than ever before with him.
She enjoyed and even craved his dominance and wondered when the leash he had on his inner caveman would snap. She stilled mid-kiss and gently took his lower lip between her teeth and pulled it slowly back. For a moment nothing happened, and she teased the tip of her tongue over the extended flesh.
His control shook and snapped free.
The next moment, Charlotte was on her back, Byron looming over her.
He bracketed her face between his palms and kissed her, his tongue dipping in. She moaned and arched as his tongue made wet trails over her puckered lips.
Her heart started to race, but not in fear.
Byron pulled back. Impossible long lashes fluttered against flushed skin, and her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses. She was in one word… gorgeous. But what had his mind reeling was her courage and generosity. Which reminded him… “I guess I should let you have your wicked way with me then, hmm?” His voice came out hoarse as he pushed himself back and rolled.
She blinked as if to clear away the fog in her mind.
Giving her a moment, he fisted his cock and ran his hand from the base to the head. He stroked himself a few times, and her eyes followed the movement as she propped up on one elbow.
“Let’s set some ground rules, okay?” He waited for her to nod before he continued, “I like to have control and while I’m prepared to give you free rein for now, I might take over somewhere in the process. The moment you want me to stop, tap my leg twice.”
Something vulnerable flashed on her face, then it was gone, and she looked him straight in his face. “I will.” A pause. “Thank you, Sir.”
He released his length and curled his fists in the blanket. “When I’m ready to come, I will tap you on the shoulder. You can decide if you want to pull back or not.”
The relief and disbelief in her expression were equally gut-wrenching.
Bloody, stupid, fucking incompetent bastard of a husband.
Willing the man from his thoughts, he focused on the woman kneeling up to him.
With trembling fingers, she reached out. He dropped his head onto the pillow and prayed this would be a positive experience for her. She lowered her head and nuzzled and kissed the length of him. Byron groaned.
Fuck me, I can’t imagine how it must feel when she takes me in her mouth.
With the strangest mix of sensations, his body stiffened and relaxed at the same time. He heaved air into his lungs, inhaling a whiff of Bvlgari Thé Bleu and the heady scent of their mixed arousal.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, rubbing against the sensitive underside of the ridge, almost shredding his resolve, and he fisted the blankets more tightly.
She opened her mouth wider and licked, nipped, and kissed her way down to his balls. Testing his determination, she teased his sack with soft lips and a lashing tongue. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings. Working her way back up to the tip, she used the same soft teasing touches, and it drove him crazy. Then his eyes flew open when she drew him into her mouth.
He grunted. “That’s it. Just like that. Jesus, Kittycat.”
Sucking up his praise, she bobbed her head faster. Another low groan escaped from his throat, and his legs trembled. Engulfed in her warm, wet heat for mere minutes, his balls were already drawing up. She sucked the head of his cock inside, and her tongue wiggled against the sensitive underside. Without a conscious thought, his fingers found her hair.
