fully ready.
“Er, where?” she asked, and then motioned to his hips.
He smiled. “Later. But right now…” He patted his mouth.
She swallowed hard. “You want me to sit…on your…face?”
“Most definitely. Because I want to do exactly what I did the last time we did this…only I’m very lazy, as you can see, and I’d like to lay here like this while you writhe above me. So…hop on.”
She couldn’t help it—shocked as she was, she let out a laugh. How could she not when he was being utterly ridiculous and playful and just…fun? Owen was fun, and she’d had precious little of that in her life.
“Very well,” she said, and scooted over to him. She straddled him but didn’t sink fully down, just stared at him. “You’re certain I won’t hurt you?”
“Very certain,” he murmured, his voice no longer playful, but rough as he caught her hips and pulled her down hard against him. She hardly had a moment to adjust to the feel of his mouth and chin and teeth against her before he began to lick. Suck.
She caught her breath and tipped forward, grabbing for the carved headrest with both hands as he stroked his tongue over her clitoris with focused purpose. She began to circle her hips in time, grinding down against him as the pleasure built. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her tighter to him, sucking her clitoris hard as she began to jerk with uncontrolled pleasure.
She no longer cared about anything in this world except his mouth on her, his tongue lashing her, drawing orgasm from her like it was effortless. She rode the waves of it, throwing her head back, gasping out his name in the quiet until it felt like she would shatter from it.
Finally, though, the waves subsided and he released her. She collapsed onto her side, sucking in breath, feeling her heartbeat slow at last. She glanced down his body and found he was hard now even though she hadn’t touched him.
He followed her gaze and smiled. “I get pleasure from watching and feeling you get pleasure,” he explained. “Feeling you flutter on my tongue is the world’s best aphrodisiac.”
“Hmmm,” she murmured as she slid her hand down his stomach, across his hip, and caught him in her hand. She stroked him from base to tip once, twice, and reveled in how his back arched with the same pleasure she had recently experienced. “Would it be the same for me? If I took you in my mouth and made you quake, would I be overcome with even more desire?”
He licked his lips. “It’s a good experiment. Though some ladies do not like the act.”
She slid down the bed and glanced up at him as she positioned herself between his legs. “Why don’t we see if I do?”
She didn’t allow him time to respond, but drew him between her lips. A droplet of his essence eased from the tip of his cock, and she tasted him gingerly. She knew her own intimate flavor thanks to him, but hadn’t experienced his. Salty sweet, entirely pleasant. And hearing his moan as she swept her tongue around the head of him was vastly more than just pleasant.
It was power. It was desire. It was everything.
So she dove into the act, learning as she went and reveling in every taste and lick and way she made him twitch. This man was hers, at least for the moment, and she was going to fully use him for as long as he would allow it.
Owen gripped the edge of the coverlet so hard that he thought he might rend the heavy fabric. Christ, but the woman would unman him. Celeste might not have much experience in what she was doing as she took his cock into her mouth, but her instincts were…spot on. She took him deep, she swirled her tongue, she sucked just hard enough that his vision blurred. And she watched him while she did it, reading his reactions, adjusting to them to give him even more pleasure.
He found himself surging up, gently but insistently, taking what she offered, grunting her name as his balls tightened and pleasure arced from his cock through every single nerve ending in his ultra-sensitive body.
He was going to come. He felt it on the edge of happening. And one day, he would let it, he would come with her mouth around him and watch her milk him dry.
But not today. Today he caught her