Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,69
slack.
“Bloody hell,” Orlando said through panting breaths. “I never imagined it could be so good.”
I raised my head and grinned. “Take it as my way of saying thanks for last time.”
He pulled me onto my lap and pressed a kiss on my lips. “Thirsty?”
I nodded.
Orlando twisted around the seat, reached for the champagne bottle, and flicked off the cork with a deep pop. My heart skipped at the sound, and I fell back onto his chest with a giggle.
“Here.” He placed the bottle to my lips.
“Really?”
“It’s only us drinking it, so why not?”
The cool, sparkling liquid fizzed on my tongue and slid down my throat, replacing Orlando’s bitter taste with its crisp acidity and a hint of fruit. His large hand rubbed my back, as though encouraging me to keep drinking. My heart still raced from the excitement of sucking him off, but at least my breaths slowed.
After gulping down several mouthfuls, I drew back from the bottle and sighed. “Thanks.”
He took a nice, long swig before returning the bottle to the bucket. Then he turned to me and grinned. “So?”
“So?” I smiled back.
“Did you like my taste?”
I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”
He chuckled, wrapping both arms around my waist and tucking me under his chin. His hands fumbled with my tie. “You’re so bloody hot.”
“How hot?” I leaned back and raised my chin, letting him pull it loose and unbutton my shirt.
“Scorching.” His lips grazed my neck, and he pressed warm kisses down my chest with each button he unfastened until he divested me of my shirt and blazer.
With each press of his lips, sparks of pleasure raced toward my nipples, and I shuddered under his touch. Orlando laid me down on the leather seat, continuing those kisses to my belly button, his fingers circling my clit while I lay twitching and panting in only my bra and upturned skirt.
He stared down at me through darkened eyes. “I want to see you naked.”
Raising my lips, I let him unbutton my skirt and whisk it to the floor. “Better?”
His gaze lingered on the patch of curls at the juncture of my thighs. “Fucking beautiful.”
Before I could say anything else, Orlando positioned himself between my legs, his fevered breaths fanning across my folds. He didn’t mess about with soft licks or gentle kisses but instead held me down and swiped the flat of his tongue against my clit.
A lash of fire swept over my slit, tearing a cry from my lips. Orlando growled and treated me to the hottest French kiss just where I needed it most. His tongue flicked up and down my clit with an urgency that made my back arch, my toes curl, and my fingers trap handfuls of his blond curls.
It was insane. Ecstatic. Relentless. As though he’d hungered for me and had finally gotten his chance.
My entire body turned into a ball of nerves, vibrating and quivering under Orlando’s skillful tongue. All that pent-up pleasure from the blowjob coalesced behind my clit, making the organ double and swell with sensitivity.
I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying to stifle my sounds. It wasn’t like me to lose control, but the sensations wrung me tighter and tighter like a piece of silk about to fray under the strain. My hips shuddered, and my legs curled around his head, but he didn’t stop, didn’t waver.
His deep groans reverberated against the muscles of my core, reminding me that this was only the first course in a long banquet of fucking. Orlando’s fingers tightened around my thighs, and he increased the pressure of his tongue making the fraying restraint I had over my body tear like a rag.
Pleasure spread across my body like flames, starting from my core and sweeping down my legs, up my torso and into my clattering heart. I threw back my head and moaned. Orlando kept going, drawing out the climax, extending that unending pleasure until I was a crying, quaking mess.
When the muscles of my legs melted off the bone, and my limbs finally collapsed, he scrambled on top of me and placed a kiss on my lips.
“Are you alright?” he murmured.
“That was…” My mind had lost the ability to fill the blanks.
He kissed my forehead. “I know. There’s something about waiting so long for someone that makes it worthwhile.”
“You haven’t fucked me yet,” I croaked.
Orlando wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me against his chest. “Never, ever change. Right