Page 74 of Silver Sanctuary
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hand finding the back of his head to keep him right where she wanted him to focus those delicious licks and flicks.
She lay back, letting her feet come up to rest beside his head. If he was bothered by it, he didn’t let it show. Nash buried his tongue deep inside her, the sensation sending blinding heat through her body.
“Fuck, fuck fuck. Nash, that’s… it feels…”
The hum of his chuckle added a new tingle to her body. Her hands worked with desperate precision to pull down the thin straps of her dress. Once she was free, both of her hands went to work, her nipples forming tight peaks under her own touch.
Nash pulled away, his head popping up from between her legs. She watched, her fingers still pulling exquisite pleasure from touching herself as Nash licked his lips.
“Naughty girl. Who said you could touch what’s mine to play with?”
“Oopsies.” She winked, gasping as Nash leaned over, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. His insanely thick thigh pressed into her center, and Lacy whimpered.
“Cheater. You said no hands,” Lacy scolded as she rolled her hips, using his leg to grind against, building back up her budding orgasm.
“No hands for pleasure. But if your hands are going to get in the way of me doing that, then I’m going to do what needs to be done.” The smile that flashed across his face was devilishly handsome, and her back arched off the bed as his lips sealed around her hard nipple before his tongue lapped at the sensitive flesh. “Use me, wife. Grind that delicious pussy all over my lap.”
“Your mouth,” Lacy gasped as Nash dropped his mouth over her opposite breast, his teeth nipping and raking over her nipple. Her hips bucked, the pressure and friction from grinding herself on his leg not enough to send her over the edge.
“Nash, please. Please, I can’t…”
He continued to torture her, pressing kisses under each breast before letting his fingertips trace down her arms, and her chest, and finally her waist. He left one hand low on her belly, while his tongue dove back in to circle her clit.
Nash sucked, and licked, and tweaked until Lacy screamed out his name, her body quivering under his ministrations.
“Feel better?” Nash asked as he lay on the bed next to Lacy. Truth be told, she felt weightless, her mind fighting her to come back down from the incredible release Nash had given her.
“Yes,” she answered, but the reality of what they were about to do started sinking back into her bones. She turned, burying her face into his chest. “I don’t want to leave this apartment. I don’t want to face what comes next.”
“What comes next is good. It’s support. It’s making things official. It’s protecting you and Embrie. You don’t have to be scared. Sebastian will have put the best lawyers on this for us.”
“I can’t ask you to pay them for me.”
“You’re not. That’s between me and Cap.”
“Nash, no. I don’t want?—”
“Stop.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Come on. Let’s go get in the shower.”
“We don’t have time.”
“They’ll wait for us. I’m sure by now they’ve ordered lunch and are well aware of what’s taking us so long. So let’s really give them something to talk about, yeah?” He moved, his body pressing down gently on top of her. Nash was solid muscle. Pure hardness against her soft curves. Lacy had to bite on her bottom lip to stop the moan of pleasure building inside her as his hardness pressed against her center.
“Yes. Shower. Right now.”
Warm droplets of water washed over both of them, but Nash was mesmerized by the ones running down his wife’s chest, soaking her incredible breasts before trailing down the rest of her body. He wanted to trace each and every little path the water droplets took with his tongue.
Lacy’s hands began to rake through his hair.Fuck. A groan escaped from his throat as she pulled at the roots. He was putty in her hands.
His wife’s touch had him under a spell. Each time he kissed her, it was a different version of Lacy. At first, their kisses were timid—reserved. And then she had completely let go. It was as if she was pulling pleasure straight from his lips. But the Lacy in the shower with him now, this Lacy was domineering. Powerful. Standing in her pure feminine power. And he was all fucking for it.
“I love you, Lace.”
“I love you too.” Her hands left his hair, running down his neck and across his chest. For a few heartbeats, she just let herfingers trace along his tattoos, lingering over the trident he had inked over his heart. Finally, her hands slid lower, across his belly and down to the base of his cock.
Oh fuck. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feather-light touch of her exploration.
“Baby…” he rasped.
