CHAPTER 20
DANIKA
Tommy stands over me,so intent on taking in my every movement that I’m not sure he remembers he’s stark naked. Every smooth curve of skin pulled taut over hard muscle is on display, including the sight of his engorged cock jutting out over me as I lay on the floor. His damp hair is unusually mussed, and his brown eyes have gone dark as a moonless night. They watch me as though I am the embodiment of heaven above. I wish it were true if only so he’d never look away.
“Take off the shorts. Only the shorts,” he orders quietly.
I do as he instructs, mesmerized by the movement of his corded neck as he swallows.
“Now your panties.”
I remove them slowly, playing along with this game of his because I’m enjoying it just as much as he is, even though I shouldn’t. This is the very last thing I should be doing. But I can’t stop. I’m desperate to know what he’ll do next.
“Bend your knees. That’s it. Now, slowly,slowlyspread your knees to the sides. Show me what’s mine, Dani. I want to see that beautiful pink pussy on display, just for me.”
He hasn’t even touched me, yet my clit already hums with pleasure at his words and the way his ravenous stare licks acrossmy skin. I’m in awe of what this man does to me without even trying. I want his touch so badly, I can hardly keep still.
“Please, Tommy. I need you to touch me,” I give in and plead.
The satisfied rumble that reverberates from his chest has my insides clenching tight. The sight of him dropping to his knees practically undoes me.
“You smell so fucking sweet, you may have to beg me to stop.” He lies flat on his stomach and takes a long, languid lick up my slit.
I hiss and arch at the zing of pleasure shooting from my core.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs to himself. I hardly register the exaltation because I’m too concentrated on my need for more. Tommy’s intense nature and inherent mystery have me almost instantly perched on the precipice of a pleasure avalanche. He licks along the side of my clit, then along the other, before circling his tongue directly on the head of the sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleasure is blinding.
A wanton moan claws its way out from deep in my chest. My thighs start to quiver and shake. Tommy instantly pulls away.
“No! I was so close,” I cry.
He nips at my inner thigh. Once. Twice. The graze of his teeth so close to where I need his touch only intensifies the ache for more.
“I hated seeing his hands on you.” Another nip, this one with a tad more bite.
“I was about to pass out,” I remind him distractedly.
“Doesn’t matter. I still hated it.” He teases me with a slow sweep of his tongue along my center. “I want to hear you say you’re mine.” Another languorous lick.
“I’m yours, Tommy. Only yours.” The words come unbidden as though they already existed and were simply biding their time. I’m too overwhelmed with need for caution or misdirection. I might be shocked at the ease with which Ispoke the words if that same preoccupation didn’t have me too distracted to care.
“Damn right, you are,” Tommy growls before worshipping me with the gift of his tongue. He doubles down his efforts, and in a matter of seconds, I’m crying out a cataclysmic release.
I’ve never come so fast or so hard in my life.
My entire body clenches and vibrates as I absorb the shock waves of physical elation. Tommy helps me milk every last ounce from the orgasm by continuing slow, gentle strokes around my clit. When he finally stops, I no longer have a care in the world. Biba could be in the other room, and I wouldn’t even flinch I’m so blissed out.
“That was so much more addictive than I imagined it would be,” Tommy says, now seated between my open legs.
His words drift amorphously through my consciousness, not fully taking shape. “Addictive? What’s addictive?”
“All of it. I’ve never really wanted to taste a woman like that before. It was better than I imagined, and the way your body responds to the lightest touch—you’re magnificent.” His eyes remain locked on my core while his hand trails up my inner thigh. It almost feels like he’s talking to himself, but I think it’s just because he’s so genuinely surprised.
“Are you saying you’ve never gone down on a woman before?” I ask, my clarity resurfacing as shock registers.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“I don’t see how … I mean … why not?” I’m flabbergasted. Utterly stunned. He’s so erotically possessive that I don’t see how he could be with a woman and not want to own her in every way possible. And I have no delusions about his past. The man knows his way around a woman’s body.
