Page 38 of His Forgotten Wife
He laughed then and patted her, as if promising her that there was more to come. She held her breath with anticipation as his lips hovered over her aching flesh.
“Please, Ares. Won’t you tell me what this is about?”
“I’ve been watching certain kinds of videos. There’s so much bad stuff out there, Dahlia, you won’t believe it. But I finally found some tasteful stuff, catered toward women and I have been taking notes. You know how much I hate a job done shoddily.”
“You watched videos and took notes?” she said, pushing herself up onto her elbows. It was hard enough to process when his delicious weight pressed her down into the bed, much less the mind-boggling things he was saying. “What do you mean?” The moment she asked the question, it came to her.
But of course, he possessed an analytical mind that was constantly finding the best ways to learn new things. And only Ares, so secure in himself, would admit all that he had done to make this better for her. God, would there ever be an end to the ways this man could surprise her? An eternity with him wouldn’t be enough. Wouldn’t be boring or safe or dull, all things she had made her own life.
Her chest rose and fell, even then she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “Christ, Ares. Are you saying you’ve been watching porn?”
“Yes. Although it’s interesting how much of it is actually aimed at men looking like studs and women just giving in to whatever their fantasies are. Still, I got some pointers. But as you know, nothing is better than your personal feedback. All you have to do is tell me what you want and where and how fast or slow. Like everything else, your pleasure is in your own hands and I’m here to give it to you, however you need it.”
She laughed and her heart slipped just an inch into love with this man. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “You watched porn and took notes and drew flowcharts so that you could do this correctly with me? Am I getting this right?”
“Yes,” Aries said, holding her gaze, his fingers busy rolling down her panties.
“Were you aroused by it?”
“At first, it felt clinical, even boring. Some of those videos are very badly done. Then we kissed and I started imagining doing those things to you. When I heard the sounds you made when you came and how sweetly you squeezed my fingers as if you couldn’t bear for me to leave you, it became real. I didn’t even need to watch after a while. My mind was more than ready to imprint you in those delicious scenarios and my imagination ran with it.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, with a kiss over her belly. “Just tell me what you want more of. I don’t like not being good at anything. And I have zero field experience with this stuff.”
Dolly wondered if one’s heart could expire out of shock and sweet discoveries. Although she had wondered about it before. Given the man worked hundred-hour weeks and barely tolerated more than two and a half people, it hadn’t been that much of a jump. “Are you telling me you’ve never done this before?”
“No. And I hated the thought of being at a disadvantage.”
“And kissing…was I your first kiss too?”
A dark shadow seemed to fall over his eyes but he shook it off. “For all intents and purposes, yes.”
Before she could catch her breath and probe what he meant by that, he was pushing her knees indecently wide and lodged those broad shoulders between them and…his mouth delved there. At that spot that was pulsing for his attention.
“Apparently this is called ‘eating you out’ and ever since I read about it, I have been dying to know what you taste like.”
Dolly could barely breathe at the wolfish grin he seemed to have conjured overnight. And his filthy intentions put in such bare words made arousal spike through her. His endless curiosity, his keen mind…she should have known he would put all of that toward unraveling her at every level possible.
He took a deep breath, pushed her panties aside with one hand and then unerringly found the sensitive bundle of nerves that was screaming for attention with his other.
Feet on his shoulders, she tilted her hips into his touch in an instinctive movement.
When he licked her slit and then tunneled his tongue deep, she let out a keening cry. Sensation upon sensation curled through her lower belly and she wanted to fly right out of her skin as it built and built. It was too much and not enough. Herskin felt too puny to contain the avalanche of pleasure he was bringing down upon her.
“Mmm…you do taste perfect,agapi mou,” he whispered, rubbing his sinuous lips up and down her. “Sweet and tart and just mine.”
His fingers began to pinch and tug and flick at her clit and she half laughed, half sobbed as she remembered his notes about adding stimuli from different sources.
“I can’t wait to feel how eagerly you will squeeze my cock, Dahlia.” He penetrated her with one finger and then two, and Dolly nearly came off the bed.
His lips pursed and released her clit as if she was his favorite squeeze toy. On and on, he tormented her with his tongue, his fingers and his lips. Sweat coated her skin as she moaned and writhed under his firm grip.
And soon, Dolly was flying. So far and so high and so bright that she started sobbing. The pleasure was unbelievable, unbearable even. He kept her there, at the peak, never letting up his sensual assault. Her orgasm thrashed her around, and before the first one could recede, another smaller one took hold of her just as his fingers sound that spot inside of her.
Pleasure crested and waned and crested again.
One hand tugging at his hair, one hand bunching the sheets around her, Dolly let go as pleasure she had never known overwhelmed her. Tears soaked her neck and the sheets beneath her as Ares urged her on and on with sweet words and filthy kisses.
