Hugo did as he was commanded, moving his tongue between languid slow strokes and quick, sharp ones depending on which part of her breast was in his mouth.
“Again,” she breathed, her hips beginning to undulate on their own as her pleasure built higher.
“Will you release for me this way, little lamb?” Hugo teased as he moved to do as he was told.
The thought posed an instant curiosity. Could she? Could she actually reach release without him even touching her where she most desired it?
Her question was answered for her after Hugo drew his mouth down on her right nipple for a third time.
Seraphina’s breath drew shaky as she arched her breast into his mouth, commanding that he not let go, and with a shuddering satisfaction, she felt her entire body erupt from her first release.
“Such a beautiful, sensitive lamb you are,” Hugo praised, his voice throaty as he threw her knees into the air and delved between her legs. “Such a good little lamb.”
Hugo stroked his long tongue up her glistening sex, moaning as he tasted her. He did so again, taking his time with each long stroke of his tongue, and then drew it to a point so he could flick across her clitoris. Still trying to find her breath, Seraphina let out another whimpering cry at his tongue, and pushed her head back into the pillows as her lashes fluttered wildly.
“What number was that?” He asked devilishly, releasing her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her upper thighs.
Counting,she thought the haze. We arecounting?
“One,” she moaned, her tone weak and needy.
“One,” he murmured, into her, the vibration of his voice even causing her pleasure.
“And how would you like to have number two?”
“Like this,” she panted, bucking her hips toward him.
“Mhmm,” he murmured cruelly. “And what is this, Seraphina?”
Hugo was having far too much fun with this, she decided then. The slight condescension in his otherwise sensual tone was making that abundantly clear. But she could not stop him, nor did she want to, she realized. She wanted to do everything he expected of her.
And he expected her tosay it.
Seraphina looked down at the devilishly handsome man poised between her legs and whimpered. His eyes were dazed and shining with arousal as a wicked grin curled on his lips. He was waiting for her.
“I want you to lick me,” she rasped, feeling her blush grow hot once more over her cheeks. “I want you to taste me until I spill on your tongue.”
Hugo’s grin grew wider as he lowered his head just until she could see just his eyes above her pelvic bone.
“Good girl,” he purred, and without waiting another second, opened his mouth an began to pleasure her the way she requested.
A shaky breath left Seraphina’s mouth as she felt his tongue again, her head dropping back into the pillows with the reliefof it. For this, he did not use the patience just practiced on her breasts, but instead, drank from her as if he’d been dying of thirst.
She fisted her hands into his hair, bucking her hips into his mouth as he expertly twisted and manipulated his tongue into everything she needed. And then, suddenly, a deliciously wicked thought entered her mind. There was something she had wanted last time. Something she had not had the chance to give into. But today she would.
“Stop!” The word came out forced and strained, as if her very vocal cords were trying to disobey the command.
Hugo did so at once, lifting his head with a look of confusion.
“You have changed your mind?” He asked.
“In a way,” Seraphina panted.
“I want you to taste me,” she acknowledged, “But I want to taste you while you are doing it.”
Absolute approval and desire shone through Hugo’s eyes as he looked at her in wonder.
“Do you- will you teach me how?” She asked, trying her best to be bold.