“I know a way,” she said.
“A lamp?”
“No.” She slid the shift off her shoulders, then took his hands in hers and guided them over her skin.
“God, you’re soft,” he said.
She moved to straddle him, and wriggled her hips. “You’re not.” She slid his palms, large and cool, over the swell of her breasts and then down until he cupped her.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Together, her hands on his, they slid her shift down to her waist, and he glided his fingertips over her skin, making her shiver and bite her lip with need. The shift went to her hips, and King pulled her up, lifted the material, and tugged it over her head. The cool air brushed her skin, but it was a pleasant coolness in contrast to the heat that was King. She pulled the bedclothes back and settled down again, feeling the bare skinof his legs on the inside of her thighs. The coarse hair on his legs tickled the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs in the most tantalizing way.
His hands were on her waist, but he groped for her hands, and linked his own with hers. Pulling her close, he kissed her gently. At least, the kiss began gently. Lips brushed together, parted, then came together with more passion. Violet’s fingers tightened on his, and he pulled her lower, until her breasts pushed against the hardness of his chest. She wiggled against him, liking the feel of his skin against hers.
She heard him groan, low in his throat, and his tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with hers in a slow seduction. He tasted of peppermint and promised pleasure. Violet released his hands and threaded her fingers through his thick hair. She felt his hands land on her bottom and squeeze gently before he slid a hand between them and cupped her sex.
She inhaled sharply as she felt his fingers slide over her most sensitive parts. Now she was the one moaning as his explorations brought her desire into sharper focus. One finger slipped into her channel, and she felt her muscles pulse with expectation. She thought he might drive that finger deeper, but he slid it back out and swirled it over the small, swollen bud that ached the most. For a moment, Violet swayed, and she couldn’t help but break off the kiss.
King nuzzled her neck as he teased her. “You like that?”
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“Oh, I don’t intend to. In fact…”
Suddenly, her world shifted as he moved beneath her, reversing positions so that she was on the bed and he over her. Before she could protest, his hands were on her. Everywhere. One hand cupped her breast while another slid over her belly. His mouth soon followed, leaving a trail of heat that made every other part of her feel ice cold. She gasped when his hotmouth closed on her tight nipple. He suckled and pulled until she was panting for breath. Meanwhile, his hands were at work, exploring her body, and then that one magic finger found the place she wanted him again. She arched up to meet it and spread her legs to give him better access.
For a man who seemed to think of little but himself, he certainly knew something about pleasing her. She had thought their encounter would be quick, and she half expected to come away unsatisfied. She no longer thought she would leave this bed unsated. She just wished he would hurry up about it.
“King,” she said, her tone insistent.
“Don’t rush me, sweetheart.”
Two fingers slid over her, then inside her, filling her and making her cry out with need.
“I want you inside me,” she said. She heard his breath catch, knew her words had aroused him, but he didn’t thrust his cock inside her as she’d hoped. Instead, he lowered his mouth to her belly and licked a warm trail to her navel. Violet wriggled, feeling ticklish and on fire all at the same time.
She wiggled her hips, pushing his fingers deeper, but he slid them out, resting them lightly at her entrance and circling it with tantalizing strokes.
“King.” In case he didn’t understand what she wanted, she reached down, groping until she found his cock standing stiff and hard just above her leg. She slid her hand around it and was rewarded with a choked sound from the back of his throat.
With his free hand, he circled her wrist, not removing her hand but preventing her from moving it in the way that would have given him the most pleasure. Violet might have fought him if he hadn’t slid his mouth lower then, nibbling at her skin and then blowing warm air on the soft hair at the juncture of her thighs.
“Open wider,” he said, nudging her open with an elbow even as he spoke.
“You can’t mean to—”
“Oh, yes, I can.”
He moved lower, and her legs fell open. His mouth slid down to brush against the skin between her legs, and she jerked in response. Her hand opened, releasing him, and he moved lower, settling between her legs. His hand felt heavy against her inner thigh, while the fingers of his other hand were still light and teasing at her center. She felt suddenly vulnerable and exposed in a way she hadn’t expected. She’d thought she’d come here and take him, but somehow he’d turned everything around. She was the one being seduced. She was the one being taken.
And then his mouth closed on her, and she let out the last whoosh of air, fisting her hands at the surge of pleasure. He was kissing her and suckling, and then his tongue darted out and stroked that small, swelling nub, and she couldn’t stop a squeal. She put a hand to her mouth, trying to keep quiet as his tongue savaged her in the best possible way. She bit her thumb when he sucked at her again but couldn’t stifle the cry of pleasure when his fingers entered her, driving deep and filling her.
Her hips bucked and her back bowed, her body reaching for the pleasure that still lay tantalizingly out of reach. She knew King was teasing her, pleasuring her with a skill she had not known was possible. He would bring her just to the peak of pleasure, but before she could slide over the edge, he’d pull back and bring her down again. Then, a few moments later, she was straining and panting again, her body tense and covered with perspiration.
“King, please.”
She felt the rumble of laughter against her skin. “Ah, so you can be nice.”
