“Yes.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
Everything went hazy when he scraped his beard across one nipple and moved to the next. He circled the other bud with his tongue, not quite hitting the tip, and I wanted to grip his hair and direct him where I wanted. How did we get from a rushed frenzy to a slow, languid pace?
“Did you think of the way my tits would bounce as you fucked me? Ow,” I gasped at the sharp pinch against the bottom of my breast.
“Don’t push me.”
“Someone has to.”
We glared at each other without any actual anger, as if in an equal standoff. At least we were equal. I should have known he would knock me back when his smirk reappeared, and he slowly went back to pressing kisses to my nipples, traveling up my neck.
“Tell me, Arabella,” he demanded against my skin, his hands moving to the waist of my skirt. “Has anyone ever eaten this tight little pussy? Is that why you’re so eager to get me back there?”
I stared up at the ceiling and clenched my jaw, refusing to admit anything. But I did lift my hips when he tugged my skirt down, dragging it off my legs agonizingly slow when all I wanted to do was kick it off.
The rough pads of his fingers trailed up my thighs and gently brushed against my folds, slipping just enough between to torture, but not to touch my clit.
“Tell me, and maybe I’ll do it again.”
“No,” I gasped, almost pleading. “No one has gone down on me.”
“Good girl. Now,” he sat back and spread my legs as wide as they’d go, baring every inch of me. “I want you to watch me. I want you to watch the way my tongue pushes inside and tastes every inch of you. I want you to watch when I suck your smooth folds into my mouth. I want you to watch my fingers disappear inside your cunt and come back out coated in your cream. I want you to watch the way my tongue circles your ripe little clit until you’re screaming in pleasure.”
I couldn’t answer past the lump of need threatening to choke me, so I nodded.
“Good.”
It was the last thing he said before he did exactly that. He looked up from between my thighs to make sure I watched every part. Neither of us said another word as he ate me like a starving man. Only my whimpers echoed off the walls when he finished like he said, his fingers in my cunt, his mouth sucking on my clit while his other hand tugged painfully at my nipple.
Gripping the edge of the wooden stairs so hard, I was sure I’d crack them, I came. I dug my heels into the wood and pushed against his thrusting hand and rubbed against his face, chasing every last second of my orgasm.
He kissed down my thigh once I finally settled, pulling his fingers from me with an obscene wet noise.
“I want you to go to your room and bend over the bed.”
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
“Don’t ask questions, Arabella. Just do it.”
I wanted to rebel, to push back, but my mind had nothing left. I couldn’t think on my own. Especially when he stood tall and started unfastening his belt and then his jeans. It was a solid reminder that we weren’t done yet.
He stepped over me and walked to his room. When he disappeared behind the door, I scrambled as fast as my weak legs could carry me and did as he ordered. I’d never obeyed someone so easily as I did then.
It shocked me, but not quite as much as the fact that I liked it.
I stripped the rest of my clothes and rested my arms on the bed, waiting less than fifteen seconds before he loomed in the doorway.
“Spread your legs wider. Let me see it all.”
I did, and he rewarded me with a deep groan.
I tried to look over my shoulder as he approached, but only got a glimpse of his chest before he stood too close to see. But I could hear. I could hear the tear of the condom wrapper. I could hear his jeans hit the floor and knew he stood naked behind me.
I could feel. I could feel the heat of his body so close, but not close enough. I could feel the touch of his fingers on my ankles as he trailed them up my legs.
Another whimper slipped free when he pushed his face between my legs and licked my oversensitive clit, through my opening and all the way up the crack of my ass.
“Oh, god. Are you going to fuck me?”
I didn’t think I could wait another second. I couldn’t handle any more teasing.
“Probably more than once,” he admitted between kisses up my back. “Are you okay with that?”