Page 161 of Duty and Desire
“Quiet,” she whispered, her lips trailing down to his nipple.
Before he could protest again, her mouth covered it and she drew in, light and sweet.
Mo shut up.
Lottie didn’t talk. Her mouth was busy. And she used it to take her time exploring his chest, his stomach, so by the time she got down between his legs, he was hard as a rock and aching.
She pulled the waistband of his shorts down so it cupped his balls, and he couldn’t bite back the groan.
He also couldn’t stop himself from coming up on his elbows to watch her through the shadows.
Mo felt the tip of her tongue trace the underside of his cock from root all the way to the rim of the head, where she stopped and tickled him there, back and forth.
Fucking fuck.
He opened his legs, this drawing the waistband tighter against his balls, and that was magnificent.
She fell through and positioned.
Her hand gripped him at the base, lifting him off his stomach as her tongue traced up to the head and then she took him deep, gliding a tight fist up the length she couldn’t swallow.
And that was spectacular.
Mo’s head fell back and another groan rolled up his throat and out his lips.
Sweet Lottie, he should have known she’d have a sweet mouth.
She blew him. She took her time. She did it right. And when she’d worked him up so much, he beaded for her, she dragged her tongue across the head to take in that pearl and then lifted up.
Christ.
She dropped to the side, her hip landing on his inner thigh, and she dragged her panties down her legs, doing this quick.
She repositioned straddling him, and honest to fuck, it took all Mo had to put his hands to her thighs instead of one to his cock and one to her ass to drive her down on him.
She then reached long to the nightstand, where he’d stashed his wallet when her sister and mother were there.
“Let me do it,” he said, his voice alien to him, coarse and thick.
“I got it, honey,” she whispered, tossing the wallet back to the nightstand.
And she did.
She took her time. She did it right. And by the time she got a goddamned condom on him, she had him so wound up, he nearly blew right into it.
But he held.
And he held through her positioning him so she could take him.
And he held when he caught on her sleek warmth.
And he held when she slowly settled in, taking him deep.
But he had no idea how he did that since she whipped off her nightie while she did it.
The silhouette of her sweet little body and perfect tits nearly undid him.
But it was Lottie who was in control of the unravelling.
