He trailed his mouth lower, slowly massaging one lush hip with his hand and slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties as he leaned on his other hand.
He pressed his mouth to the curve of her left breast. When she moaned and squirmed beneath him, he unclipped the bra and kissed each of her nipples, stroking them with his tongue until they were shining and wet.
“Please, Cadan.”
“Please what?” His shaft dragged against the bed as he moved lower, the friction from the bedding making him grit his teeth and groan low in his throat. He didn’t know how long he could last in this little game, with her writhing and begging beneath him.
“Please,” she panted, arching her hips off the bed.
His face hovered above her center, and the rich, sweet scent of her filled his nose.
“Please touch me.”
“Here?” he asked, as he kissed her low on her stomach. He stroked the soft skin with his tongue, nipping gently when she squirmed beneath him. He reached up and grasped the low waistband of her panties, dragging them down a mere inch so that he could press kisses along the top of the curls that were barely covered.
“Lower.”
“Part your pretty thighs for me, Diana.”
She didn’t hesitate, letting her thighs fall apart.
“Farther,” he rasped, and with both hands, he spread them wide. He raised one hand and laid his thumb against her clitoris and began to stroke, teasing her, and occasionally slipping beneath the edge of her panties.
“Please,” she cried out. “You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the point, now, isn’t it?”
Her pussy was wet now, the lace damp. He continued to press kisses along the edges of her panties, but even that was becoming too much for him. He had to taste her. Sink his tongue into her flesh and feel her quiver against him as she had in his fantasies.
His control was slipping.
Cadan yanked her panties down and threw them off the bed. He gripped her ass in his hands and pulled her to him, draping her thighs over his shoulders. He sank his tongue into her flesh, parting the soft pink folds and dragging his tongue up to the cluster of nerves at the apex. She was more than he’d dreamed she would be.
Perfect. She tasted perfect. She was his. He’d see to it. He’d mark her mind and her soul tonight so that she never forgot it.
Diana’s hips arched up off the bed at the first touch of his mouth. Pleasure raced up her spine as his tongue stroked her.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
Diana squirmed beneath the onslaught of Cadan’s mouth, his hands firm on her ass and his tongue plunging into her sex. She shuddered beneath him, overwhelmed by the vulnerability of being held so tightly by such a huge man while he played her body with his mouth.
Hot. So hot.
Not just the feeling of his tongue, which felt like magic running back up to her clitoris and making chills and heat break out alternately along her body, but the feeling of being helpless beneath him as he took her toward orgasm.
She could push him off and climb on top, but she didn’t want to. Not now. She liked the feeling of him positioning her body, looking at her with hot eyes, and stroking his tongue along her sex.
“You’re going to come for me,” he growled against her, and she swore she could feel the vibration of his gravelly voice.
Yes. He flicked his tongue against her clitoris repeatedly and she fisted her hands in the sheets. She pressed herself against his mouth.
“Please.” Her voice shuddered.
“Please what?” He gave one long lick. “You’re going to have to tell me what you need.”
Her cheeks burned briefly. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. But the need was too great to be ignored. “I need you,” she panted, “inside me.”
She looked down to see him grin up at her. “You’ll come against my mouth,” he told her, and then bent his head back to her.