Page 95 of Tantalizing Kings

“I have no plans on rushing tonight.” He wraps his arm around my lower back, pulling me closer to him until I’m pressed against his front. “I’ve waited so long to be able to touch you, to taste you. I plan to savor every inch of your sinful body.” His lips brush against mine in just the faintest of touches, and I shiver, a whimper escaping.

He moves until his lips are against my ear and groans. “I’m going to need you to keep making those sounds, as well as so much more.” My body sways as he kisses my neck.

How does he do that? Make me feel like my body is coming to life when he’s hardly even touched me?

I swallow thickly when he moves back. “Let me take the lead, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, nodding my head.

“The guys and I talked, and we’ve decided where our individual skills lie. Tonight, I’m going to show you how good sex can be. We’re going to find what you like and what you don’t like. I need you to be honest with me if I do something that feels good and if you want more, or if I do something you don’t enjoy, so I can stop. Don’t push through it to save my feelings. You won't hurt them.” He chuckles, giving me a soft smile. “This is all about you and your pleasure. I’m just lucky enough to be along for the ride. While I might be the one who’s taking the lead, you're the one in control. Always.”

His words make me want to cry. No one has ever put my thoughts into consideration like this. This man is amazing. The way he's looking at me, the words he’s saying, it’s perfect. In this moment, I know I made the right choice in choosing to ask them to help me with something so personal, so intimate.

“Okay.” I blow out a small breath. “I trust you.”

The way his eyes change, his body shifts—for a moment I think I said the wrong thing, but then he grabs my face, catching me by surprise and kisses me.

I moan against his lips, placing my hands over his like I don’t want him to let go. My belly swirls with heat.

“Sorry,” he pants when we break apart. He puts his forehead to mine, both of us trying to catch our breath. “I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“I’m not,” I murmur. “Kiss me.” I need more of his kisses, of the way he tastes. All the fear is gone, replaced by pure need.

He pulls back to look at me. “Fuck,” he hisses, his pupils dilating before he kisses me again. This time I part my lips for him, letting him deepen the connection. I wrap my arms around his neck, my nails digging into the back of his head as our lips move together in a frantic frenzy. He runs his hands down my shoulders before grabbing the belt of my robe. He pulls it apart, allowing the front of the robe to open. I whimper as his warm hands grip my hips, giving them a little squeeze before he’s gliding them up my body and over my breasts.

I moan as he cups my sensitive flesh, his thumb brushing over my peaked nipples.

We kiss until I’m almost dizzy before he breaks the connection again. He looks wild, his hair messy from my fingers, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. “What are you doing to me, Pretty Girl?” he murmurs, his eyes sweeping over my body. “Fucking hell. You are so damn gorgeous.”

I blush, my first instinct is to cover my belly when he stares too long. He lifts me up by the back of my thighs to place me on the bed.

My heart thunders in my chest as he drops to his knees. “I need to taste you now, Pretty Girl. This is where I take over. Remember what I told you—but most importantly, just let yourself feel.”

“Okay,” I give him verbal confirmation and lean back on my elbows. This is really happening. Grayson is about to eat me out.

Oral isn’t something I’ve enjoyed in the past, but I’m not surprised because I never really enjoyed anything sexual, until I started working with the guys.

I’m starting to realize how badly Raymond fucked me up when it comes to my sex life. I have no expectations of anything, and everything I’ve done before feels like the very first time. Because with these guys, it’s never just about them. So far, it’s been equal pleasure, if not more for me.

Raymond only went down on me a few times. It wasn’t something he enjoyed. And I didn’t mind at all because the times we did were awful. He lapped at me like he was a dog licking peanut butter off a spoon. Messy, sloppy, and I was just uncomfortable. He acted like it was a race and the finish line was making me cum.

Only I never once felt close to a building orgasm, and before I could fake one, he would pop up—usually, after thirty seconds—and say it was his turn.

When Declan went down on me the other day, he quickly changed my thoughts about it. Seeing how amazing it can be, I now crave it. At least by someone who knows what they’re doing.

But as I look down at Grayson, who’s staring at my lace-covered center like it’s a special treat, I know there’s no way that this isn’t going to end in pure ecstasy, and I’m dying to know what it feels like to have a man who knows what he’s doing between my legs.

Biting my lip, I watch as he slowly slides his hands up my thighs, his thumb making little circles on my skin.

My skin prickles with pleasure at his touch, my body coming alive again like it always does with him.

He grabs my legs one by one, placing them onto his shoulders as he gets closer to the bed. He’s now eye level with my pussy and my belly swoops.

“Are you wet for me, Pretty Girl?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against my pussy.

I suck in a breath as my core clenches. “Yes,” I rasp. It’s not a lie. Every second that passes, I’m soaking the fabric between my legs.

Leaning forward, he runs the tip of his nose up my slit and inhales, letting out a low, deep growl.

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