Page 74 of The Devil in Her Bed
She used the wall as a rally point, pushing against it to get closer to him. He pinned her down, grappling her, grinding her, reveling in the little mewls of pleasure she made.
He’d never come like this with a woman. Not without being inside her in some capacity or another.
He wasn’t about to start now.
Pushing away from the wall, he rebounded to another surface, the wardrobe maybe, settling back into her with a bruising, straining kiss. When that wasn’t enough, he abandoned it to set her ass on the desk and pulled away just long enough to reach between them and tear those fucking silk pants and her underthings down the never-ending length of her legs.
The scent of her filled his mouth with moisture, and he had her spread wide on the desk, his head buried between her legs, before the raw, shocked sound she made even registered.
He dragged the flat of his tongue through the folds of her intimate flesh.
Fire and water, she was. Unbearably hot, and indescribably wet. Here was the spun sugar he’d been searching for.
Here, where she was all woman.
Somewhere in his lust-frenzied brain it registered that she didn’t ride his mouth. Instead she became curiously passive beneath his ministrations.
Would wonders never cease?
He laid ruthless claim to her sex with his tongue. Sliding through the ruffles of flesh with strong licks, leaving silken heat and wet promises in his wake. He worshiped the center of her until her hips began to buck and jerk, making him chase her with his seeking lips.
Finally, he pinned her legs wide, needing to dine on her, to drink her desire. This was the only way he could take her inside of him.
Before she returned the favor.
Her fingers fisted in his hair, but she neither pulledhim away nor encouraged him forward. She merely held on. As though she needed something to hold on to or she’d fall.
He’d never allow that. He’d never let her fall.
He wanted to tell her that. He wanted to say so many things. But he couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t see the storm in her eyes. Instead he admired the pink flesh beneath him. The delectable delicacy of it. He discovered what made her gasp. What caused her to buck and writhe. And he did those things.
Relentlessly.
He sucked at the petals of straining flesh, capturing the tiny bead between his lips and flicking his tongue across it in measured movements so as not to be too much. Her hips rose and she made a jagged sound. Then another.
And then she went silent. But not still. Oh God, never that.
Her every lovely muscle seized and her back arched in such a way he had a momentary worry that it would snap. She pulled his hair so hard, he heard some of it tear, the pain doing strange and wondrous things to his erection.
She didn’t merely come, she came apart. He watched her, then, his mouth gentling to elongate the moment for her. Her breasts trembled as they arched to the sky. Her other hand clasped over her eyes, as if she was afraid to look. Or perhaps to look away from whatever she was seeing on the backs of her eyelids.
He kept her locked in that place for as long as he could. Until she found her voice and could make little hitching sounds, until those sounds turned plaintiveand she squirmed for escape when the pleasure became too much.
Only then did he pull away to kiss the smooth length of her thigh and wipe his lips with the back of his hand. He stood, replacing his head with his hips between her parted legs. His entire body throbbed in time with his cock, and the look on her face did little to help.
She gazed up at him as though he were a god. And he felt like one, standing over her then. A wild pagan deity, one that didn’t bother with mere mortals.
Only her.
The summer storm raged outside, the wind not abating, but gathering strength, as did his need.
As did hers.
She didn’t lounge back on liquid bones as some women were wont to do after such a release.
No, she reared up and reached for the placket of his trousers. Her thighs still parted, her limber body able to move in ways he couldn’t comprehend. With a few swift movements of her thumbs, she had his trousers open enough to delve inside.
Her fingers closed around his cock, and pulled it free.
