Page 19 of Heart of The Night

‘Tit for tat,’ I shot back. To give him an impression of what he had in wait, I spread my mouth wider and took more of him in.

He groaned and pulled my hair harder, bringing tears to my eyes. But I didn’t complain; I enjoyed it.

I took all of him in then, feeling the coarse strands of his pubic hairs prickling my lips. There, I swirled my tongue around him for some time, eager to tantalise him. He groaned again as I created a vacuum, holding my breath and sucking as I slowly pulled back. Moaning, he threw his head back, his powerful chest expanding as he took a deep breath.

‘Mmm,’ I hummed just before I liberated the tip from my mouth. ‘You taste so good.’ I returned my hand to the base, pumping him.

His hand loosened in my hair as he looked down, his eyes half-closed. ‘Again,’ he commanded.

Grinning, I planted a few more kisses on the crest, then spat a generous amount of saliva onto it. With my hand, I spread it across the length of him, preparing him for intense action. When he was sticky and wet, I gripped tightly around him and started pumping him.

I angled my head to reach his balls, intending to show them some love too. Sticking out my tongue, I carefully licked across and between them, assessing his sensitivity from the sound of his groans. This seemed fine, but what about… I took one of them in my mouth and sucked, all while licking it with my tongue. His fingers tightened around a handful of my hair then – I had found his threshold. Keeping with that pace and pressure, I pumped his cock while I sucked and licked his balls. The sound of his awed groans intensified my arousal. God, how I wanted him inside me – thick and hard while he penetrated me like he meant to ruin me.

As soon as I thought it, I felt my vagina pulsate, rivulets of desire trailing out of me and soaking his sofa. I moved back to his erection then, withdrawing my hand as my mouth glided down to the base.

‘Fuck, Cara,’ he said with a loud breath, sounding tormented. ‘Where you learned this, I don’t want to know, but please, don’t stop.’

Encouraged, I hollowed my cheeks again, sucking hard as I pulled back. When only his head remained in my mouth, I grabbed the freed area, pumping him once more. I started bobbing my head, resolutely, and made sure that my hand’s movements were perfectly synchronised with my mouth’s.

He moaned, though it sounded a bit like a complaint. But he made no move to stop me, nor did he ask me to, so I carried on. Deciding to deep-throat him, I took him in as far as he would go several times. Inevitably, I started gagging on him, my jaw aching from stretching so far for so long. Tears welled up in my eyes, trailing down my face.

Suddenly, he stepped backward, withdrawing from my mouth. I quickly wiped my cheeks and looked up, worried.

‘Did I do something wrong?’

With his hand in my hair, he dragged me up until I was standing. From his searing gaze, I got the impression he had stepped away for a different reason.

Just as I was about to demand an answer from him, his mouth swooped down on mine in an explosive kiss. The intensity of his passion took me by surprise, and I melted against him. I braced myself with my palms against the sturdy plane of his bare chest, yielding to the power of his ardent kiss.

Breaking away for a much-needed breath, he said vehemently, ‘You did everything perfectly.’ He stole another hungry kiss. ‘Too perfectly – I don’t want to come yet.’

With a triumphant grin, I sought another taste of his lips, my fingers digging into his muscular chest.

‘I need to be inside you,’ he said, ravenous, his voice strained and urgent. ‘Skin to skin.’ Still kissing me, he shifted his weight toward me, the intention in his movements clear – he aimed to make me recline onto the sofa behind us. But I would have no such thing. This time, I wanted to be on top.

Gripping his arms, I deftly manoeuvred us, guiding him until it was his back aligned with the sofa. A playful grin danced on my lips as I broke from our kiss, only to find a glint of bewilderment in his gaze. My smile transformed into a mischievous smirk as I placed my right hand on his chest, pushing against him until he lost his balance, tumbling onto the sofa.

Before he could adjust to his abrupt shift in position, I straddled him and clasped his jaw, recapturing his lips with mine. Pouring my fervour into our kiss, I moved atop him, forcing him to lie down flat. When I finally had him where I wanted, I pulled back from our intoxicating kiss and gazed at him with unmasked desire.

The sight of his throat bobbing, a hint of apprehension in his eyes, sent a jolt of newfound confidence through me. For the first time, William looked intimidated, and I savoured the view.

‘This time,’ I said, my voice a lustful murmur, ‘I want to be in charge.’ I lowered my head, my lips searching for the pulse that drummed in his throat. Finding it, I greedily sucked and nibbled on it.

His hands travelled feverishly across my body, squeezing and clawing until they settled on my bum. His nails dug into the flesh before he harshly spanked me with one hand.

I hissed. The sting burned like fire.

‘You’ll regret that,’ I said, locking eyes with him.

A spark of defiance ignited within his gaze. Beneath, his signature crooked smile unfurled, its smug contour stoking my resolve.

‘Careful, Cara,’ he warned, his fingers gripping the hem of my white dress. ‘My self-control is hanging by a thread.’ He peeled the fabric off my skin, dropping it on the floor as he stared at my bare form, seemingly mesmerised. His eyes ranged over every crook and curve, spilling with yearning, while his Adam’s apple rose and fell.

‘I stand for what I said the night we met.’ He held my gaze with a tender light gleaming in his. ‘But with a minor modification. In my presence, you – and only you – should not be allowed to wear clothes.’ His warm hands smoothed down my waistline, soft and loving. ‘I no longer care for the beauty of other women. Let them be naked, or not. Your beauty is the only one I could ever notice anymore.’

My lips twitched with amusement. ‘I’ll never agree to such terms. I’ll wear what I like.’

He put his hand in the valley between my breasts, then trailed his little finger toward my peaked left nipple, drawing slow circles around it.

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