“With pleasure.”
“Heard that before.” Her eye roll was audible.
She was close enough to the edge of her bed that when I stalked closer, I was able to grip the back of her thighs and flip her onto her back on the mattress.
Dropping to my knees, I buried my face in her sweet pussy, feasting on her like a starving man. Content to spend the rest of the night between her creamy thighs, my tongue lapped at her, searching out every drop of her desire.
Fingers tangled in my hair, and I pulled back enough to lock eyes with her; she was staring down at me slack-jawed, eyes glazed over in lust.
Her moan shot straight to my dick when I hummed against her sensitive flesh before speaking. “That’s it, baby. You tug on my hair and put my mouth exactly where you want it.”
Her grip tightened, shoving me face-first back into her pussy. Happily, I let her direct me as I teased the swollen bud beneath my tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks.
A whine sounded above me as her hips bucked against my face. She was searching, trying to figure out what would tip her over the edge—an edge she was adamant she hadn’t successfully been thrown over.
And throwing her over was exactly what I planned to do. As many times as I was able.
With her juices dripping down my chin and onto the comforter, I brought my hand up to shove two fingers roughly inside her.
Her back bowed off the bed as she cried out my name.
Satisfaction, raw and powerful, surged through my veins. This was it. I had her exactly where I wanted her, so now it was time to light the fuse and enjoy the fireworks.
Curling my fingers, I rubbed against her front wall, unrelenting when she let out a guttural groan.
Come on, baby. Shatter for me.
Pulling her clit between my teeth, I tugged while pulsing my fingers, daring her to put on what I already knew would be the most breathtaking show on Earth.
“Sasha!” My name was screamed as tremors racked her body, and a rush of warmth flooded past my fingers and onto my face.
I couldn’t drink it down fast enough, desperate for more.
“Give me another,” I commanded, fucking her hard with my hand, adding a third finger and ignoring her squeals of protest from above.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Her chants were barely audible over my primal need to make her come again.
Her nails dug into my scalp, and I could practically feel her indecision on whether to hold me closer to her or shove me away. It was a good thing I had already decided I wasn’t moving from this spot until she came on my face for a second time.
“Oh God, I can’t.”
I flicked furiously with my tongue; there was no room for mercy. I was bound and determined to shatter all her notions about her capacity for sexual gratification.
This time, her orgasm was silent, though her body seized, hips lifting off the mattress, trying to escape the unending waves of pleasure as they stole over her.
I eased her down gently, removing my fingers and stroking her inner thighs as I slowed my tongue. She was so sensitive, even that had her squealing, but boneless as she was, she couldn’t draw away.
“Please.” Her whispered plea had me withdrawing completely to drink in the sight of her.
Gemma was an absolute vision, lying limp on the bed. Pale skin was flushed pink, and her jet-black hair lay like a haloaround her head. Dark lashes fanned her cheeks with her eyes shut, lips parted as stuttered exhales flew past.
She was breathtaking, and she was all mine.
Crawling up the bed, I trailed fingertips over her skin, starting at her ankle and working my way up over her hip, around the curve of her breast, until I had her cheek cupped in my palm.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, lips ghosting over hers as my thumbs brushed over the tear tracks that ran from the corner of her eyes until they disappeared into her dark hair at her temples.
“And you’re wicked,” she breathed out.
