Page 36 of A Taste of Chardonnay

I snatched her wrist before she could get to them. “You’re not in control here, baby.”

Her eyes widened, but her hands fell to the side, and she eased onto her elbows. “Yes, master.” Her tone had a hint of humor, but there was nothing funny about this. She’d been the standard I had measured for all women, even when I hated her. Now in front of me, she was even better than I imagined.

After all this time, she’d been protecting me. Not that I needed protection. I’d been protecting myself my whole damn life. It was nice to know she cared. And I repaid her by being a fucking asshole. Now I’d spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it.

I was going to try my damndest to be every ounce of the man she deserved. Retrieving my wallet and tossing it by her head, I stood, unzipping and pushing my pants down my thighs. She gasped as they pooled at my feet. My cock was barely contained by my boxer briefs.

My knee came to the floor, parting her thighs. Her chest rose as she sucked in a breath.

I had wasted so much time, but it didn’t make me want to rush. I wanted to savor every little detail about Chardonnay like the freckle on the inside of her left thigh. I dipped my head and kissed the brown dot. Her body trembled beneath my lips, urging me to continue. My tongue snaked out, dragging along her creamy skin, stopping just shy of the red lace. I loved the way the panties looked on her, but they were in the way. I hooked my fingers on either side and ripped.

A sharp inhale echoed through the tasting room. “Did you just…? Those were La Perla!”

“La whata?”

“La—” Her response cut off as I swiped my tongue across her clit. Her body arched, arms slammed down, hands fisted into the blanket.

That’s what I thought.

I’d replace them later, but for now, they were a barrier, and I didn’t want a single barrier. My tongue lashed out again, and she cried out this time, pressing her sweetness into me. She tasted like honeyed nectar that was both intoxicating and addicting.

Her fingers thrust into my hair, tugging the strands as her body rolled into me, urging me on. I sunk a finger into her slick heat, and my name spilled from her lips. I’d never loved my name so much.

She yanked on my hair, trying to pull me away from her sweetness. I shook off her request and continued to feast on her.

“Brady, I’m going to—”

I slowed my pace, then sucked her swollen nub. She trembled beneath me, and I released her.

“You’re going to what?” I asked, glancing up at her.

Her lips parted like she was going to blurt it, then snapped shut. “You know.”

I shook my head. “I don’t. Tell me.”

Her lips were a swollen red from our kiss, her cheeks blotchy from my beard. I pressed a kiss to that freckle on her thigh and dragged my tongue up her silky skin. “Tell me,” I said again. “You were going to…?”

She answered with a moan as I found her center again. I licked and sucked, adding a slow, torturous finger to the mix. Her stomach fell with her inhalation, thighs tightened around me. My hand slid up her body, curving around a perfect mound of creamy flesh. I pinched her extended nipple just as I sucked her clit.

“I’m going to come!” she cried out, and I reveled in the victory as I continued to pinch, suck, and lick. Her muscles tightened around my finger, her core rocked against my mouth, and her hands grabbed my hair, gripping painfully until she came with a moan.

I picked up speed, riding her orgasm until her body went lax, then I grabbed her thighs and jerked her legs toward my cock. Not wasting a second, I rolled the condom on and surged into her.

Her breath caught, her body jolted, and her eyes widened as they met mine before being overtaken by the heaviness of ecstasy. She’d never looked more beautiful than she did right now—her hair askew, eyes glossy with pleasure, and her lip gloss smeared.

My chest tightened, a mix of raw desire and something deeper.

Something I wasn’t ready to feel.

Her hand rested on my cheek, cupping my jaw as her thumb ran gently across my beard. She didn’t say anything; she didn’t need to. The way she looked at me… it was enough to bring a grown man to his knees to worship at her feet.

“Kiss me,” she said, and even though I wanted to be the one in control, in this moment, I couldn’t deny her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she needed me as much as I needed her. I captured her lips, letting everything I felt and was too scared to feel pour out of me and into her.

I moved my hips, thrusting into her sweet heat, relishing the way her muscles contracted around me, pulling me in and holding me tight. She moved with me, giving and taking in a perfect rhythm. Pleasure built, sending me on a crash course to orgasm. I refused to come first.

I dipped my head, taking her nipple between my teeth and finding her swollen nub with my finger. I moved my tongue in sync with my finger. Her muscles tightened even more, and I moved my mouth to hers. Her hands grabbed my face, holding me close. Moans vibrated against our lips, then her breaths came fast and hard.

Her body shuddered, hands went limp, and I pounded into her, following her over the edge.

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