Page 10 of Savage Romance
The minx licked her lips. “Is that for me?”
“Hmhm.” He cocked his head. “But you can’t have it yet. First, I’m going to explore your body and discover what makes you tick.”
Her flush spread down her chest. Ben closed the distance between him and the bed and—with one knee on the mattress—he leaned forward for a languid kiss.
Zoe snaked her arms around Ben’s neck and pulled him against her with surprising force. The woman could kiss. Her full breasts molded against his solid chest, and he groaned into her mouth when her nipples formed hard little buds against him.
He broke the kiss and pressed her deeper into the mattress as his mouth and hands began a slow exploration of her curves.
Softly kneading the globes of her breasts, he circled the left pink bud with his tongue, eliciting a sweet moan from her. “You like that?” Wanting to hear more of those needy sounds, he curled his tongue around the other peak. Another sweet whimper was his reward.
“Mmm, so responsive. I wonder if I can find more sensitive spots.”
“Ben.” She giggled.
And fuck me if I don’t like that sound even more.
Ignoring his painfully erect cock, he stroked the underside of her breasts, down her sides, and circled her hipbones. Ben hooked his thumbs inside the little scrap of lace and wiggled it down her legs. His face close to her crotch, he could smell her arousal. Oh yeah. He always loved to go down on a girl—enjoyed the flavor and scent of her excitement. And now this woman belonged to him. Which meant he had all the time in the world to explore her sweet cunt and discover how many times he could make her come before it would get to be too much. In a sudden rush to taste her sweet cream, he slid the panties over her feet with little finesse—getting a glimpse of little toes with blue nail polish—before homing in on his target. Her soft full legs touched at the V of her thighs and obscured his vision, so he tapped above her knee. “Open for me.”
She inched her legs just enough apart to allow him a tantalizing glimpse of her glistening inner thighs, but not wide enough to fit him sideways. Seriously? He cocked his head and gave her the “don’t fuck with me” stare he’d learned to use on his father, an endless list of stepmothers, and had perfected over the years in boardrooms.
She moved them about three inches wider. He didn’t move a muscle and held her gaze—another three inches.
“Babe, you’re giving me a complex.” He shifted his gaze from side to side, pointedly looking at the expanse of his twenty-one-inch shoulders before dropping his eyes to the opening between her legs, and back to her face. She bit her lip but didn’t move.
“Put your hands under your knees and hold yourself open for me.”
“What?” Incredulity and outrage spoke from the exclaimed word, but Ben just arched an eyebrow and waited.
Turning almost beet red now, she did as he ordered and revealed a completely bare pink pussy with dewy folds.
He settled between her legs and stroked a finger around her labia.
“Such a beautiful pussy you wanted to keep hidden.”
Her legs trembled, but she didn’t let go of her hold on them.
Good girl. “Gorgeous plump outer folds.” He teased his fingernail over the delicate inner petals, careful not to penetrate her entrance. “And your clit is gleaming, wet, and already swollen.” The pink pearl was practically begging for his touch.
She whimpered.
“Ssst. Be a good girl and let your husband play.”
A little shocked and a whole lot turned on, Zoe tightened the hold she had on her legs and hung on for dear life. Sure, she’d had sex before, had men going down on her, but never before had a man taken so much obvious delight in… playing down there. Zoe was used to men treating cunnilingus as a means to an end—a little bit of rubbing and a few licks to get her going and wet enough to invade. And his dirty talk. The man had a filthy mouth on him. It totally worked for her, as did his exploring fingers.
Then her ability to think evaporated as he demonstrated more ways he could use his mouth and tongue to turn her on.
Heat gathered beneath her skin, like she was about to break into a sweat as she tried her best not to let go of her legs.
A low groan escaped her throat, and he stilled. Right, stay silent and don’t move!
His lips and tongue started their slow torment again, and immediately heat started to gather in her center and spread into her legs and up her body. Everything inside tightened as she neared the sweet oblivion of orgasm. Close, so close. Her leg muscles tensed and her foot flexed.
He stopped.
She fought back the urge to yell at him.
“Good girl.”
