Using his thumbs, he spread her apart, exposing all her secrets.
Above him, flowers rustled. He glanced up. She’d put her arms above her head. Her nipples had darkened to a deep magenta, and they stabbed the air like ripe berries. He took a minute to admire the erotic sight, then turned his gaze back to the task before him.
And what a task. What a lucky, lucky bastard he was. Thumbs holding her open, he licked straight up her center, lapping the cream she’d made for him.
Her thighs spasmed, and she gave a strangled cry.
He gave her another pass, nearly moaning as her sweet taste burst on his tongue. Her little clit beckoned, and he took it in his mouth, nibbling the bud as he had her nipples.
She moaned, wriggling against his lips.
He gave her another couple gentle bites, then slid a finger inside her. Immediately, her pussy clenched around him, her core slick and hot. Bracing his weight on his good knee, he drew back so he could see all of her.
Good fucking decision.
He’d called her Aphrodite before. It didn’t do her justice.
Her hair had come loose from its makeshift bun, and it fanned around her head, the glossy curls threaded with roses. She flung her arms above her head in wild abandon, and her head was turned to the side, her eyes shut as she made quick, breathless moans. Her long legs were stretched apart, her wet sex displayed like the center of a feast. Moisture smeared her mound and lips, glistening in the soft light from the window.
Gaze on her face, he gave her pussy a couple shallow pumps, his finger plunging in and out of her cream.
She let out another hoarse cry, the tendons in her neck straining. Meanwhile, her legs remained splayed, her body helpless to disobey his order.
Watching her face for any sign of discomfort, he added another finger, giving her little pumps as he went, stretching her as gently as possible. It was a tight fit, and she bit her lower lip, but she accommodated him, her pussy squeezing and pulsing.
He turned his hand so the base of his palm covered her clit, giving her pressure as he drew his fingers in and out. Immediately, she lifted her hips, thrusting her clit harder against his hand.
He chuckled. “All in good time, baby.”
She straightened her head, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze. “Please,” she said, her tone begging. “Please, more.”
He continued pumping her, each thrust drawing louder and wetter sounds as she drenched his fingers. He ground his palm into her clit, rubbing in small circles. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Ungh.” Her eyelids fluttered, the tips of her fangs showing as her mouth opened on a gasp.
He thrust his fingers again and again and again, plunging harder and faster. Her clit poked his palm, the nub hard as a rock. “I’m afraid I didn’t understand that.”
“M-More.”
In and out. In and out. In and out. Her breasts jiggled. The roses beneath her shivered.
“More what, baby? Be more specific.”
Now she glared at him, her passion-glazed eyes shooting fire. “My clit!” She delivered the command with as much force as an Alpha. “Kiss it again!”
He pulled out of her, replacing his hand with his mouth.
“Yes!” She seized his head and held his face against her as if she feared he might move away.
Not a chance. He licked and sucked her sex like he would her mouth, stroking her opening with his tongue, then plunging inside her. She gripped his hair, her voice going from panting sobs to a low-pitched screams.
He took her clit in his mouth and sucked hard.
Her thighs shook. “Yes, yes, yes.” Her chant rose around him, her voice warring with the wet, smacking sounds of her pussy as he drove her higher. Roses drenched the air. Her desire drenched the air. The table beneath them shook. Or maybe the earth shook, rattled right off its axis as she pulled his hair so hard tiny spears pierced his scalp as his hair tore from the roots.
Cream gushed into his mouth, then her scream of release rang out, bouncing off the glass walls and echoing back to him.
Still he sucked at her, greedy for whatever she could give.