Page 125 of Dirty Husband
But I'm greedy.
I need more. So much more.
"No, princess." I bite her one more time. "We aren't even close to ready for that."
Her exhale is a whine. A plea. Afuck me now.
But I don't relent. After one more scrape of my teeth, I drag my lips down her stomach, below her belly button, the top of her pelvis.
Without warning, I press my palms into her thighs, pinning her to the bed.
She gasps as her knees hit the crimson sheets. "Fuck."
"Beautiful." I take a moment to savor the sight of her. Jasmine, tied to my bed, splayed wide, ready for me.
It's perfection.
She's perfection.
I bring my lips to her thigh. She's so soft, so pliable, so mine.
Right now, in this moment, she is mine.
Right now, in this moment, the two of us are completely free.
Right now, in this moment, her bliss is the only thing that matters.
The rest of world doesn't exist.
It's the best feeling in the entire fucking universe.
She shudders as I kiss my way up her leg. Higher and higher and higher until I'm almost—
"Shep." Her hands tug the restraints. "Please—"
I don't give her the chance to finish her sentence. I bring my lips to her clit.
A soft brush.
Then harder.
Hard enough she tries to reach for me again.
I pin her legs to the bed as I lick her up and down. She tastes so fucking good. Like honey and peaches. Like Jasmine.
I take my time tasting every inch of her. Exploring what she wants. I suck on her clit. Scrape my teeth against her outer lips. Plunge my tongue inside her.
Then it's soft, slow flicks of my tongue against her clit. Enough to tease her. To wind her tight. To keep her on the edge.
I do it again and again.
Until she's panting and shaking and tugging at the restraints.
Until I'm the only thing she sees.
The only thing she wants.
Then I find the place where she needs me. A little higher. To the left. And harder.
