into his touch. “Did your imaginings involve touching yourself?”
“Of course.”
Closing his eyes, he struggled to keep his wits about him. The idea of Justine using her fingers to pleasure herself was an image he’d relive later when he was alone. With his cock in his fist.
“So, you haven’t changed your mind,” he confirmed. When she shook her head, he asked, “Would you rather leave your clothes on?”
“But I thought you needed . . .”
“I don’t actually need them off. That was merely my fantasy.”
“I want you to enjoy this, so if that is your fantasy, then yes.”
“Cara, I will enjoy this no matter what. You should be comfortable so that you may enjoy it.” He tilted his head and kissed her, trying to tell her without words how much she affected him. How much he wanted her. How it was what she wanted that mattered.
Perhaps it was better to show her.
Sliding down the bed, he rearranged her skirts and positioned himself between her legs. She observed quietly, her gaze rounded and her skin flushed with excitement. “Here we are,” he said. “Ready?”
She nodded once, and he watched her carefully as he moved her skirts out of the way. If at any point she appeared uncomfortable, he would abandon this. They could always try again another night.
Yet, she didn’t stop him or cringe. Her breathing picked up as her lower half was revealed, but not from panic. Her hooded dark eyes told another story, and he dared not look away. By the time her clothing reached her waist she was panting. He waited patiently, frozen, watching her for signs of discomfort.
“You’re coddling me.”
“I am being careful with you.”
She blinked a few times then shook her head, her hair spilling out of its pins. “You don’t need to be careful. I won’t change my mind.”
“Then spread your legs and hold your drawers open for me.”
Her throat worked but he’d backed her into a corner. He needed her full participation. Slowly, she widened her legs and made room for his shoulders. He could smell the sharp spice of her arousal, and he nearly humped the mattress. Christ, he wanted to sink inside her so desperately. Then her hands began creeping south, toward her middle, through mounds of cotton and silk, until she reached her drawers. Her fingers found the part and pulled, spreading the fabric wide.
He got his first look at her then, all pink, glistening skin. It made his mouth water. Her clitoris was already swollen, begging for his tongue. “Stop me at any time. Though I sincerely hope you don’t.”
Shifting forward, he dragged the flat of his tongue through her folds, her flavor exploding in his mouth and causing him to groan. She was dripping. Thick arousal coated her skin and pooled at her entrance. It was like all the birthday and Christmas gifts he’d never received rolled up into one. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I could stay here for hours.”
He worked slowly, tracing the length of her folds with the tip of his tongue, then sucking the plump lips gently, merely trying to learn her. What did she like? Some women liked a tongue thrust inside; others liked a scrape of teeth on their clit. Fingers, or no fingers? He had to discover exactly what this particular woman preferred—because he planned to do this as many times as he could possibly manage in the coming months.
Her hands found their way into his hair, holding him closer. Subconsciously signaling she was ready for more. Shifting, he found her clit and began with light pressure, easing off after a few seconds and then returning again. Teasing her. A few minutes later her hips began rocking, seeking. She made the most adorable low sounds in her throat, her teeth clamped into her bottom lip.
He wanted to make this last, so he licked her entrance, then pushed his tongue inside. She gasped and he did it a few more times before returning to her clit, which was even more swollen now. Excellent. He kissed it ever so gently.
“Please,” she whispered. “I’m dying.”
He took pity and wrapped his lips around the taut bud, sucking on it. Her thighs began to shake around his shoulders, her moans echoing inside the room. He slipped a finger in her pussy, filling her, and her back bowed off the bed. “Oh, my God.” She sounded mystified, bewildered by the strength of what was happening. Another finger and she shouted, her inner walls clamping down, contracting, as her limbs trembled. The