Page 16 of Caged Love
His mouth.
Wow.
I can feel his morning arousal pressing into my ass, and I can’t help but move against it.
“Milana,” he warns in a deep, husky growl. “I only have so much restraint.”
“No one is making you stop,” I reply, grinding back onto him.
He pushes into my touch, seeking more.
He wants this too.
He suddenly grips my neck in a possessive hold and brings his lips to my ear. “Do you trust me? Until the answer is yes, I don’t think we should.”
A slight whimper escapes me. I’m so fucking turned on, and I don’t like being told no. In fact, it makes me want to break his resolve even more.
“Trust is built… through experiences.”
He makes a sound deep in his throat—a mix between a laugh and a growl—and then starts to play with my nipples. I can’t think straight at this stage. It’s been so long since I’ve had a male worship my body, and the last one who did was a waste of a body count.
“Yes, I suppose so. But we don’t know each other that well, do we?” he rasps, kissing up my neck. “But we’re about to. I’m going to make you come all over my fingers.”
“Yes,” I plead.
He lets go of me and rolls me onto my back, sitting up on his elbow.
“Eyes on me, love,” he demands while he slides his hand under my nightdress. “I want to see your face when I make you come for the first time.”
He’s so intense and sexy I can’t help but follow his orders.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers inside me while his thumb rubs delicious circles around my clit.
It doesn’t take long.
My thighs start to tremble before the pleasure hits me, making me gasp. August doesn’t look away from me, taking in every detail of my reaction. I hope my face looks sexy when I orgasm, but I’m guessing not.
“Good girl,” he growls, pulling out his fingers, only to bring them to his mouth and lick them clean.
My eyes widen.
Holy crap.
He’s so fucking hot, and I think I could come again just from that action alone.
“So perfect,” he whispers, lowering his face to kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue as I push him back and straddle him, much like last night. But this time, I lift his tunic until he takes the hint and sits up, gripping the material at the back of his neck to slide it off.
I nearly sigh at seeing his body, using my hands to explore. From his chest down to his abs, I feel each hard muscle before tracing it with my tongue. By the time I slide his pants down his hips, he’s so hard his cock just about slaps me in the face. Wrapping my hands around him, I slowly start to work him up and down. His brown eyes stay locked on mine, a soft growl leaving his lips.
When I kiss the head, his hips move upward of their own accord.
“Fuck, Milana.” His voice is gravelly.
Smiling, I slide him into my mouth as deeply as I can. He’s a perfect size, big and thick, but not too much that it’s going to hurt.
His fingers tangle in my hair but don’t push down—they simply grip against my skull in a delicious way. With my fist at the base, I suck up and down until he tries to stop me.
“I’m going to come.”
