Page 143 of The Temptation
It takes her another minute or so before her body is ready to move. I’ve never had a woman sit on my face before, but I’m keen to do this with her. Maybe that smut she reads isn’t so bad after all.
There’s a quiet confidence in her; she’s unapologetic and unafraid. She’s quietly comfortable in her own skin as she straddles my face without hesitation or shyness, like her body knows exactly where it belongs.
Her glistening, pretty, pink, untouched pussy is spread out, ready for me to feast on. There’s something about being her first …her only, that has me wanting to beat my chest like a caveman.
I’ve spent all these months running. Pushing her awaylike a damn fool, when every part of me should’ve been chasing after her. I told myself it was safer, easier to keep my distance.
That I was doing the right thing by keeping her at arm’s length, but the truth is, I was just scared. Scared of how much she saw in me, scared of how much I felt when I looked at her.
Now I see it clearly, she wasn’t the storm. She was the shelter. And I’ve been out in the cold this whole time, pretending I didn’t need what was right in front of me.
That all stops today.
Because I’m thankful that it’s me in this moment, because I know with all certainty, I couldn’t stomach the thought of it being anyone else but me.
Leaning in, an inch from my target, I give her a small taste of what’s to come when I blow hot air over her clit. She doesn’t disappoint with her reaction. Her back arches and her hands move behind her, bracing on my chest as she moans into the silence.
I use two fingers to part her, blowing against her for a second time. I love how responsive she is to my touch. The longer I delay this, the sweeter that initial contact will be for us both.
“I need more.”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
“Weren’t you listening? I said more.”
“I need your words, smart-arse.”
“Your mouth.”
“Where?”
Her little growl has my lips tugging up at the corners. “On me,stronzo.”
I place a soft kiss against her inner thigh. “Here?”
“No,” she snaps.
“Here?” I ask, moving to the opposite thigh.
She draws her hips back and stares down at me through narrowed eyes. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Deadly.”
“You know where I want your mouth.”
I arch an eyebrow. “On your pussy?”
“Yes!”
She has a greedy pussy, but I’m okay with that.
I grasp her hips, drawing her closer as I part my lips and lap her from her arsehole to her clit with my tongue, and she doesn’t disappoint.
“Yes!”
She starts to rattle off a string of words in Italian, but her voice falters halfway through, like the emotion catches up to her before the sentence can. I don’t understand every word, but I feel the weight of them nevertheless.
The urgency.
