Page 16 of Not In Love

“Now stop thinking about me or anyone else in the damned world,” he said, dragging the hem of her shorts with his teeth and scoring her belly in the process. She swayed like a drunk as he pulled the fabric over her ass, his fingers branding her flesh. “You don’t exist outside of this suite. Outside of who you are beneath my fingers. Outside of the sensations you feel under my touch.”

“I can’t shut it off,” she whined, even as her skin greedily latched onto his words.

Then there was that deeply human, visceral flicker of joy that he knew what it was like inside her head, that he understood the pressures she felt every moment of every day.

“You can, baby,” he said, pressing another kiss right over her pelvic bone.

The gruff tenderness of his tone made her belly quake. Closing her eyes, Kash fought the urge to sink to her knees and burrow into his broad chest.

“Just let go of everything,” he continued, in that gravelly voice. As if he knew that she needed the anchor of his tone to keep her outside of her own head. “For one night, hell, for five minutes, lean on me. Trust me that I have you. That I know what you need.”

“I do,” she whispered, and it sounded like a vow.

“Good girl. Now, let me unwrap you and see what I’m working with here.”

The raw, unfiltered way he spoke made her core clench on emptiness. “My god, you have a filthy mouth on you.”

“Just admit it that you love it, Dr. Shah.” He laughed again, and this time it was pure mirth, laced with a scoop of desire. “I mean, I know how eager you are for me by the spreading wet patch and the musky scent filling my nostrils, but it would be good to have visuals too.”

In one smooth motion, he pulled her shorts down her legs.

The brush of cool air against her bare folds made her shiver. The idea of his face right there made her knees buckle. One hand reaching around, he cupped her ass cheek, both steadying her and baring her even more to him as she lifted one foot, then the other.

“Fuck, Preciosa, you smell divine.” Then he pressed his entire face, arrogant nose and lush mouth and all, into her pussy, taking a deep breath that sent his shoulders rising and falling.

Sensations exploded over her. Kash dug her nails into the cold wall, breath shuddering in and out of her. “Oh God,” she whispered, head dizzy.

His laughter vibrated through her folds, making her flesh flutter like a leaf in a storm. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he nosed through her folds, humming in his throat. The effect made a soaking mess out of her.

“Look at this pretty pussy. All bare and wet and pulsing for me.”

Kash remained quiet—a little bit ashamed and a lot turned on—when he looked up.

The tip of his nose and the top of his bow-shaped upper lip glistened with her wetness.

Eyes locked onto hers, he made a show of swiping his tongue over his lip and made a growling sound at the back of his throat. Tension tightened into a taut loop in her core, the ends pulled by his every move.

“When I say something, I want your reaction, Kash. If it doesn’t do much for you, stay quiet. But if it revs you up, stick this pretty pussy deeper into my face. If it really gets your engines going, use that scathing tongue and tell me how much you like it.”

Despite the strange wildness of the moment, Kash grinned. “I think I know why your cock is like an iron poker right now.”

His gaze swept over her face greedily. “Yeah?”

“You like that you can order me around as much as you like.”

“Let’s not discount these long legs and those perfectly lush tits and this needy pussy? But ordering you around tops all of it.”

And then, he separated her folds and took a lick from her clit to her slit.

Kash threw her head back and arched into his touch, every inch of her focused on how he licked and tapped that bundle of nerves with the flat of that clever tongue.

“More, please,” she whispered, waves of pleasure undulating through her like she was a ship caught in a storm.

“Want my fingers? Will this needy cunt swallow them all the way?”

“Yes, please. I want whatever you give me,” she said, licking her sweat-slicked lip.

“Even if it skates the edge of pain?”

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