Page 47 of Dalliances & Devotion (The Truitts 2)

In an instant, a whoosh of cool air spread between them as David pushed himself up with his hands, off her body. A wave of disappointment from the loss washed over her until he bent his elbows, lowered himself and—she shrieked as his tongue connected with the outer edge of her nipple. “Like this?”

She could only nod as he made lazy, slow circles until her hips made the same motion and she near forgot her own name. “You’re a fast learner,” she gasped, when he paused and permitted some of her wits to return. She swiped a lock of hair off her forehead. “Though do you want me to try on you?” A wicked idea popped into her head, a way to make him never, ever forget her. “Or I could show you something else?” She cocked her head to the side.

“What, pray tell, would that be?”

“How about sucking?” She took his hand again and rubbed the space between his thumb and forefinger.

“Sucking?” He frowned a little, as if he wasn’t quite sure what the word meant.

Liar and a tease.

“Like this.” She drew two of his fingers into her mouth. It was his turn to buck against her body. “And licking.”

“And where would you want me to do that?” The question was a half pant and strained moan.

She swallowed as her pulse raced. “Take a guess.”

David leaned closer, tracing his hand down her torso in slow strokes, first with the pads of his fingers, then the back of his nails, making her mind grow blank again. “I’m not sure what you mean? I think you need to be very specific.”

“Can I touch instead?” Without waiting for a response, she reached between them and popped the first button of his trousers.

“No, I think you should say. For educational purposes, of course.” His hand encircled her wrist once more, holding her in place. “Though perhaps I can offer some inspiration, show you how eager I am for your tutelage in that area?”

“On my body?” she squeaked, the area between her thighs throbbing with anticipatory need.

“Provided you guide me. I’m still very much an apprentice, after all.” He gave her a quick kiss on the nose and even the light touch made her core ignite.

Her hand shook, but she managed to lower his, down her stomach, his fingers grazing, not in a passive manner. She moaned again, as she guided him lower.

“There?” David bent down and took her ear lobe between his teeth, making her cry out before he whispered in her ear. “All the way down?”

Amalia closed her eyes, all the yearning in her body straining for release. “Yes. Please.”

“With pleasure.”

She gasped as he slid off the bed, on his knees, and parted her legs. She near swooned, but David gripped her hips and pulled her forward so he could lean forward and—god. Because that was the only word to say. His tongue connected with her inner thigh and she nearly came apart right there.

And the damned tease kept at it. Close, closer, but not quite at her center. With the pad of his thumb, with his tongue, with his teeth, all the while her hips rubbed against the mattress of their own accord.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“You know what.” She gripped his hair and pulled him towards where she wanted, but he was too strong and instead tipped his chin up at her, his dark eyes blinking in amusement.

“Bossy.” He smirked at her. “And impatient.” He traced a finger down her arm. “And in need of some upper body strength.”

She should really argue or at least give him a proper pout and flounce, but her mind lacked the will as every fiber in her stood in rapt attention.

“I’m not impatient. You’re just slow.” She glared down at him as best she could, which probably wasn’t very successful. He was so handsome, especially on his knees, an elbow on her thigh, chin in palm, gazing up at her in a pleased, knowing way, as if he was reveling in the quivering edge on which her sanity now teetered. Because of him. Like always.

“Good things come to those who wait.” He tapped a finger to her nose. Again.

Why did the singsong tone make her body hum even louder?

“Or good things get interrupted if one waits too long.” She scowled at the mere prospect. “Wouldn’t you like—” She groaned as he raked her nipple, with his teeth this time, and pressed two fingers inside her.

“This is good, right, because it makes me...” He grunted a little as he tightened his hold on her to keep her from falling as her knees buckled.

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