I shake my head. “A bit of taint and corruption helps build character.”
He fingers my hair. “Thank you for my curls.”
“See? I can be obedient sometimes.”
Leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss to my nose. “Don’t go back to sleep yet. I’m going to shower.”
“Okay.”
Once he disappears into the bathroom, I sit up and pull off the slinky dress I’d put on for him earlier, toss it to the floor, then burrow under the covers.
The intention was for him to return from the shower and find me in only my panties under the covers, but I must’ve been more tired than I thought because the next thing I know, I’m blinkingawaketo dull, blue skies outside the windows, heralding the sun’s approach.
A tall, lean, artfully inked creature stands in front of the bay windows, black lounge pants hung low on his hips. A creature whose tense demeanor screams that he’s balancing the world on his shoulders and doesn’t want to let it down.
I ease out of bed, pad across the room, and loop my arms around his middle from behind, resting my cheek against his back. My nipples tighten at the contact with his bare skin.
For a while, he lets me hold him like that in silence before he turns and caresses my cheek. “I told you not to fall asleep.”
“You only get one act of obedience per twenty-four hours.”
A ghost of a smile flirts with the corners of his mouth.
“Did you sleep at all?” I ask.
“Un po’.”
Lie. I don’t think he slept a wink. He probably stood here all night.
“Go get some more then.” I press a kiss in the center of his chest. “Before the rest of the world wakes up and begins calling.”
“I want to keep at least one of my promises first.”
In the next second, I’m in his arms and being carried back to the bed. He lays me down and settles between my legs, his lips meeting mine. He kisses me slowly, languidly, romantically as he rolls his hips to grind his erection against my sex. How is he only partially experienced but knowsexactlywhat to do to get me soaked and writhing? So precise and direct to get his desired reaction from me.
It’s just so…so different with him. No one else makes my body sing and hit high notes like he does. Maybe that’s why I’m addicted. Sex is sex with everyone else. Fun. A recreational activity. With him, it’s…something else. Something indescribable. Somethingmore.
Even if this is all he’s willing to give, it’s enough. I’ll take it.
Breaking the kiss, he rocks back and pulls my panties off.
With lidded whiskey eyes, he gazes at my pussy in a seemingly mesmerized haze as he caresses my inner thighs.
My clit throbs longingly.
Abruptly, he flips us so he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. “Come sit on my face,regina. Let me eat you out.”
Heat roils in my belly and my clit thrums in anticipation. I crawl up his body to straddle his face and he wastes no time lashing my pussy with his tongue. He eats me with fervor and reverence. With relishing appreciation. Until I’m riding his face, mad with pleasure, painting his face with my juices.
Locking eyes with me, he finds my hands and laces our fingers together. Then, with a ferocious growl that sends vibrations through my pussy, he unleashes his tongue on me, driving mewild.
“OhshitOhshitOhshitOhshit… Ohfuckingshit… Saint!”
When he ever so slightly nips the tip of my clit with his teeth, that’s it for me. I’m obliterated. Nothing but ashes floating in the ether. “OhgodOhgodOhgod—this is—Aahrghghaaa!”
He keeps our fingers laced as I buck and shiver, losing my mind in euphoria… Until the bubble pops and I flutter back to consciousness.
With a sated laugh, I collapse onto my side. “You are…exceptionallygood with your mouth.”
