and salty, it slid down his throat to yank a moan from his chest. He dipped for another lick, captured her clit and teased it with his tongue.
Another loud clang of the piano keys jerked him out of his daze. He lurched up, scooping her into his arms as he went. “This isn’t comfortable.”
Her eyes were wide, mouth gaping as she clenched her limbs around him. He’d almost reached the couch when her laughter bubbled near his ear. “It was kind of kinky.”
“And dangerous.”
The hot trail of her tongue teased up his neck to circle his ear. “What if I like danger?”
Fuck. His groan was a tortured rushed of sprung need and barely contained passion. Her flavor was fading from his tongue, and he wanted more of it. Of her before he lost himself to his desire. “I’ll show you dangerous.”
He set her on the couch, falling to his knees as he did. He jerked her feet back to his shoulder and her hips to the edge of the cushion then dove back into his feast.
She was wet heat, clenching folds and tempting dips. He sought out every crevice of her, sucked, played and went back for more. Her gasps and whimpers fed him, each muscle spasm a sign of her own pleasure.
His cheeks were wet with her juices, the musky scent flooding his senses with lust. He thrust his tongue into her to get more of her essence. Her cries went higher, her hands holding his head to her in a greedy demand he adhered to.
He worked her clit with his thumb and moved lower, spreading her cheeks to tongue the puckered hole hidden there. She lunged forward, but he held her in place, pressing more.
“Henrik?”
The questioning edge to her voice only pushed him on. He glanced up, caught her passion-filled expression and worked the tip of his tongue through the tight ring. Just to do it. To drive her wild. Be dangerous.
Her high keen said he’d succeeded.
The thrill of giving her what she wanted filled his chest and pulsed in his aching dick. The heavier hint of her forbidden place danced on his tongue to drive him mad.
She squirmed beneath him, yet her fingers still dug into his scalp, held him so tightly to her he gasped for each breath he took.
Her panting breaths sang a song of fulfillment that raced with the adrenaline, pushing him higher. He edged back up to suck on her clit, flick it beneath his tired tongue and work two fingers into her. The warm heat suctioned around them, clamping and begging for more that matched her soft pleas.
His heart drummed a hard beat that pulsed in his aching jaw with punishing need. He wanted to please her until she screamed with her release.
His wet fingers plunged in and out of her, circled down to press on her other hole. One slipped in as his thumb filled her channel, dual penetration that yanked a groan and jerk from her.
Slurping wetness, salty goodness, hard urgency crashed together to reach his goal. She tensed, curled forward on a silent scream before flopping back to arch off the cushions with a high-pitched cry.
Victory sang through him, her muscles clamping hard on his digits as she rode her orgasm. He was right there with her, pushing her through each crest until she whimpered and gave a weak push on his head.
He sat back on his heels, panting for air that raced into his lungs and fed the fire in his blood. She was a picture of sated bliss. Eyes closed, hair messed, lips parted to accommodate her heaving breaths. Her legs were still spread, offering him a view of her wet folds and swollen clit.
Her scent surrounded him, filled him and pushed at the wild urgency he’d been restraining. He had to have her. Be in her. Feel her surrounding him.
He was on his feet in the next instant, pants tumbling to his ankles to be shed with the rest of his clothes. Her eyes flickered open to watch him, a sultry smile curling her lips when he stood naked, his erection jutting hard and insistent before him.
Damn. He could almost come just from her look.
He jerked a hand over his mouth and cheeks to wipe away the remaining wetness then gripped his dick in a hard stroke that tore a hungry moan from his dry throat. Her hum of approval reached him through the thundering beat of his heart. She shifted up, the leather rubbing beneath