Page 69 of Serving the Couturier

I put my hands on his thighs as he moved closer, positioning himself so I could take him in my mouth without putting my neck at an uncomfortable angle. The tip of his cock nudged at my lips, and I opened my mouth, darting my tongue out to lick a drop of pre-cum from him. He sucked in a breath; the sound making me smile.

He moved forward, and I opened my mouth wider, letting him slide over my tongue, the taste of him bursting across my taste buds—salt and sweat, a hint of soap, and something uniquely him. I closed my lips around him, but not tight. Not yet. Giving short, shallow thrusts, he worked himself into my mouth, watching my face and judging just how far and deep he could go. My mouth stretched wider to accommodate as much of him as possible, my body struggling against the urge to reject something that threatened to cut off my air.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Despite his words, Spencer’s voice was strained. “You can take a little more.”

I wasn’t so sure, but I trusted him and his confidence in me. I shut my eyes and concentrated on taking even breaths through my nose and not tensing. Just when I thought it’d be too much, he began to withdraw, taking his cock almost entirely out of my mouth before pushing forward again. A little faster this time, but not going any deeper. Once he’d found a rhythm, I added suction when he pulled back.

He growled a curse and then demanded, “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and found him staring down at me with a heat that would have made me catch my breath if he hadn’t chosen that exact moment to start fucking my mouth again. Taking all of his weight on one hand, his other went to my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Deep breath and relax your throat,” he instructed. “Take it all for three strokes like a good girl, and then I’ll bury myself in your cunt until you come, screaming.”

I moaned, pressing my thighs together.

“Tap my leg twice if you need me to stop,” he added. “Now, inhale.”

I did, the anticipation tightening my stomach. Without hesitating, he smoothly moved past my lips and over my tongue. I dug my nails into his thighs as he went even deeper than before. I could feel myself gagging and fought the sensation.

One.

Two.

On the third, panic flickered in my chest, but then he was moving back, slipping from between my lips..

I gasped, sucking in air as he reached for a condom. Despite my burning lungs and the ache in my jaw, I couldn’t look away from where he was rolling the latex over his cock.

Damn.

I could hardly believe I’d fit any of that in my mouth, and my pussy clenched at the thought that all of it would be inside me soon.

“You did brilliantly, love.” He winked at me.

“Next time,” my voice was rough, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

The cocky smile disappeared behind a look of surprise. “Well, damn.”

“Not now.” It was my turn to wink at him. “You promised to make me scream.”

“I always keep my promises.” He moved to one side, his body angled. “Turn over and go up on your hands and knees.”

I did as told. I assumed Spencer would get in position, but I was wrong. Staying where he was beside me, he slid a hand under my skirt and up the back of my thigh.

“Trust me,” he murmured as he pulled aside the fabric, exposing my leg and then one side of my ass.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to my ass cheek in a soft kiss. Then a sharp nip made me yelp. I glared at him over my shoulder, and he just grinned at me.

“Are you going to fuck me, or should I take care of things myself?” I asked.

His eyes darkened as his hand moved back under my dress. “This is mine.” With no other warning, he shoved two fingers inside me, making me cry out.

My hands curled in the sheets as he pumped his fingers inside me, all the while moving around to kneel behind me. Only then did he push my dress completely out of the way. With no further teasing, he drove into me with one quick thrust.

I shouted a curse that still couldn’t quite express what it felt like to be on the edge of too full. My head fell forward, my hair falling around my face to block the world from my sight. Every other sense was heightened. The taste of him on my tongue. The soft music coming in through the speakers. The mingled scents of the perfume I’d used, Spencer’s aftershave, and, of course, our mutual arousal.

And touch. So much touch.

The silk sheets under my palms, knees, and shins.

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