London Dynasty (The Dynasties #1) - Geneva Lee Page 0,47

pair of lacy knickers and bra that did nothing to hide my body.

“As much as I like this,” he murmured as his hands skillfully unfastened my bra, “and I do, I spent the entire evening wishing your breasts were in my mouth. I don’t think I tasted a thing.”

“That’s a pity.” I swallowed as his arm reached around, grabbed the front of my bra and drew it off me. It joined my dress on the floor.

“I don’t think so. It only made me want you more.” His arms wrapped around me and he covered my breasts with his hands, massaging them tenderly. “I don’t think I can wait any longer to taste you, Kerrigan. Come to the bed.”

Spencer stopped the sensual massage and took my hand, leading me toward the bed. He nodded to it.

I dropped on all fours, instinctively, and crawled toward the pillows. I paused, uncertain what to do next. He reached out, rubbing circles on my bare backside.

“The things I’m going to do to your ass,” he said in a strained voice that made me bite my lip. “But not tonight. Lay down on your back.”

I did as he commanded and Spencer dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. He crept slowly up my body, stopping when his face reached my breasts.

“Finally,” he said darkly, his eyes glinting up at me before he bent to take a nipple in his mouth.

I gasped at the new sensation. Hot. Wet. Circling. Circling. His mouth sucked greedily until I was writhing beneath him. By the time he’d done the same to the other, my hips were bucking against him, seeking relief from the throb I felt at my core. Spencer smirked wickedly at me as he moved down, dropping kisses across the flat plane of my stomach along the crease of my hip.

“Now for dessert,” he growled, rearing up to his knees. His hands gripped the waistband of my thong and yanked it down. He lifted my leg and slipped them off.

My pulse quickened, my heart pounding, as I lay spread bare before him. Spencer pushed my thighs apart, studying me for what felt like an eternity, with a smugness that made me catch my breath.

“Perfect,” he announced like he’d been grading me silently.

Then he dove forward and before I could process what was happening, the wet suction of his mouth had found the bundle of nerves pulsing between my legs.

Stars exploded in my vision.

There was a cry.

My cry.

And shaking.

I shook and shook and shook.

But Spencer continued, unsatisfied by my swift climax. My legs pressed against his head, my body rebelling against the assault on the tender spot. That didn’t stop him. My hand tangled in his hair. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to yank him away or hold him in place. He decided for me, burying his face as I rode out another wave of pleasure. When I finally collapsed, boneless, he sat up with a look of purely masculine satisfaction on his face. His tongue ran along his lower lip.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasped.

I threw my arms over my face, overwhelmed and panting.

“Is that the first time a man has pleasured you?” he asked slowly.

I swallowed before answering with a meek “yes.”

“Fuck, I get off knowing that. I love knowing I’m the only mouth that’s been on you.”

I peeked out from my arms to see him prop himself on his elbow. He was still between my legs, but now he was simply looking at me.

“You’re wet,” he said, “but I want to do everything I can to make this good for you.”

I nodded. Spencer’s hand covered my sex, stroking it with feather-light touches that still sent tremors through my body.

“Relax,” he said soothingly as he coaxed a finger between my folds. I felt it slip inside me. It felt foreign but not unpleasant. He worked it deeper until I found my thighs falling open, welcoming the touch. Then I felt the tip of another finger push in as well. This time it felt as though he was lighting a fire. It didn’t hurt exactly, but I found myself biting down on my arm.

“You’re tense,” he said in a low voice. “I want you to take a deep breath and let go.”

I did as he said, inhaling deeply, and then exhaling. It felt as if I was melting into the bed. The pressure between my legs eased and his fingers began to move more easily.

“That’s it.” His fingers slipped all the way out