Page 88 of Scarlet Angel

But no, that’s not my purpose.

The couch sinks on one side as I crawl over her, hovering above her, lowering my head to suck in one of those pretty nipples, teeth grazing slightly.

She gasps, and I lift my gaze.

“Pain or pleasure?”

“Pleasure.”

I mimic the action on her breast. She squirms, and my dick presses against her thigh.

I nibble my way down, stopping to suck on a tattoo, and she twists, hard.

“Pain?”

“Ticklish.”

“Hmm. Good to know for later.”

She bends an elbow, and I tsk.

“Keep them out of the way. If you don’t like something, tell me.”

On another day, I’ll find out if it’s that one area or all her ribs that are ticklish. But for now, I’ll focus on my mission.

I cover her mound with my palm, watching to see how she responds to the warmth. Her hips roll against me.

“You like that? Want friction?”

She nods.

I slide a finger into her wet center and press down on her clit with my thumb. Her knees rise, and her hips buck once again.

She’s fucking drenched. Silky smooth. Her body wants me. But her eyes. I read her uncertainty.

Perhaps I’m too tall. Too high above her.

I slide back, grateful I replaced the dainty furniture that had been in this room with oversized leather seating, and replace my fingers with my mouth.

She squirms again.

I lick her seam, lap her. Pulse my fingers inside her.

But where does she respond the best?

Where do her breaths get shallow and rapid? When do her thighs squeeze together like the pleasure is too much?

It’s when I lick her sensitive bundle…and so, that’s what I do. Taking my time. Working her into a frenzy.

Her toes curl, and if it weren’t for my fingers in her channel, I might not be sure, but she comes.

Her closed eyes open, and I kiss the inside of her thigh, hiding my grin.

Fuck, I want her.

I lunge over her, positioning myself at her entrance, ready to thrust.

“Angel.”

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