Page 65 of Rhaz's Redemption
“Please,” I begged and he finally dipped the cloth lower, brushing my sensitive flesh in a way that made me gasp.
“More,” I pleaded. “I need more.”
Rhaz scooted closer to me, and in doing so used his knee to push my legs apart. He loomed over me like a scarred blue warrior, humble and wanting. Again his eyes devoured me and he trembled as if the force of holding himself back were becoming too much for him to bear.
I sat up and put my hand behind his neck and pulled him down with me. He understood my message and invitation.I didn’t want the cloth anymore, I wanted him. His flesh against mine. His tongue on my clit.
He gently pushed my legs apart even further and purred with satisfaction when I widened the gap between my thighs myself.
“So beautiful, he groaned a moment before he gave my sex a tentative lick.
My hips quivered at his touch and I clutched the furs in my fits.
“Is that a good spot?” He asked, already knowing the answer. The amused tone in his voice made me smile, but all that vanished when he lowered himself back down and licked me over and over again.
I sunk my fingers into his hair and tried to form thoughts or words but there were none. I was completely lost in the pleasure Rhaz was bestowing upon me.
He dipped a finger into my channel and my hips lifted off the bed.
“I’ve been told you have a pleasure spot here too,” he purred. “Tarak said it’s a rough patch of skin, and that if you touch it just so…”
I felt his finger graze upon my g-spot and I cried out.
“That you’ll have your mate pleading for more,” he finished his sentence. He sounded so proud of himself, and he should be. No one had given me pleasure like this before. No one.
He brought his attention back to my clit and licked me with the skill of a man who’d pleasured a hundred women. Then as he moved his finger inside my channel along my g-spot the world went fuzzy and all sensation focused in on that one motion. That one finger moving ever so slightly up and down, in and out along that small area that was bringing me to impossible heights of pleasure.
“The sounds you make drive me wild,” Rhaz said when he came up for air.
“Come for me, my heart. I want your essence to flood my tongue. I want to fell your thighs squeezing me as you come apart.”
He quickened his movements on both my clit and my g-spot until I was panting for air. Sensation radiating out from my core like a coil that was wound too tight, until I finally snapped.
Everything clenched as my core spasmed with waves of pleasure over and over again, leaving me wrung out and spent once my orgasm finally passed.
“That was amazing,” I said between breaths. “I’ve never experienced pleasure like that before.”
I turned to find a goofy smile plastered on Rhaz’s face. He seemed so out of it, I wasn’t sure he’d even heard me.
I looked down at the large imprint in his pants and I knew exactly how I could get his attention. I rolled onto my side and lightly traced circles on Rhaz’s chest going lower and lower.
He turned to me then, and the glazed look on his face faded into one of eager tenderness. “You taste so good.”
I nearly laughed at his confession. Of all the things he could say right now, I wasn’t expecting that.
But then his eyes darkened as I slipped my fingers under his waistband and undid the laces on the front of his leather pants.
“Beatrice,” he breathed my name as both a prayer and a plea.
“Shhh, I’m going to take care of you,” I vowed.
Then I pushed his pants down and freed his large cock from the confines of his clothes. He did the rest of the work getting his pants off and as soon as they hit the floor, I teased his large, purple, mushroom head tip, with a gentle swipe of my finger.
“Gah!” He shouted.
“We’ve only just started, my love,” I purred. “No need to get excited just yet.”
“Everything you do excites me,” he confessed, and I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. This was supposed to be his sexy time, and yet his devotion was getting me all hot and bothered all over again.
