With This Ring (To Have And To Hold Duet #1) - Natasha Knight Page 0,64
I start, his name a breathy whisper.
“And what do I get?” He moves his fingers a little and my mouth falls open to take in a shallow breath. “A virgin.”
I swallow hard because his thumb is on my clit and two fingers are smearing my wetness onto me.
“A virgin when what I need is to fuck a whore.”
I gasp but when he takes my lower lip between his teeth, I close my eyes and let my head fall back. He releases my lip and kisses my neck, leaving a trail of small bites to my ear.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he whispers.
I should stop him. Drag his arm off me. But his fingers are doing something to my clit that feels better than when I do it to myself. His hand is so big, the pads of his fingers rougher than my own fingers, and I’m already soaked. Needy. So needy.
But then he pulls his hand out of my panties and steps back.
I stumble forward on an exhale of air I’d been holding. He catches me, sets his hands on the neck of my hoodie and in an instant, it’s off. Ripped in two, sliding off my arms.
“What—”
I look down at the ruined top, then back at him.
He glances down at my breasts which are exposed now. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I’m a B-cup on a really, really good day and today isn’t one of those days. My first thought—because I’m a dummy—is to wonder if he’s disappointed. Although it’s not the first time he’s seen them, but that time was different. Very different.
I move to cover them, but he takes hold of my hands, bringing my arms to my sides and looks again. It’s a moment before he shifts his gaze back to my eyes, my mouth. He smears his fingers across my lips, and I taste myself. I should be outraged. Humiliated.
“Open your mouth.”
I swallow.
“I said open your mouth.”
I lick my lips and do as he says. He pushes a finger into my mouth.
“Suck.”
I do. I have to.
His breathing is ragged, eyes dark. He tastes like me.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” He pulls his finger out and kisses me hard. There’s something urgent about the kiss. Something possessive and hungry.
“I’m going to devour you,” he says, then draws back just a little, eyes on me as he crouches down. Placing one knee on the floor, I watch his dark hair as he peels my panties down, exposing me, taking the time to slide them all the way to the floor. His knuckles whisper along my skin before he helps me step out of them.
I feel exposed and shiver when he pushes two fingers of each hand into my triangle of hair then down to spread my lower lips.
He looks at me for a long, long time. I think about the ten years comment. Has he really not had a woman in that long? Is that normal for men?
“I smell you.”
I swallow. I’m wet. I feel it trickling down the inside of my thigh.
“I smell your want.”
When he closes his mouth over my clit, I lose the thread of my thoughts, only feeling his warm, wet mouth on me, his tongue licking me. My hands move, one into his hair the other onto his shoulder. He pushes my legs wider and licks and sucks. I’m gasping for breath, moaning, my eyes cast down to watch him. When he takes my clit into his mouth, I’m undone. I come. I come so fucking hard my knees give out and he has to hold me upright as he sucks harder.
I bite down on my own lip, cutting it. I taste that copper of blood and I realize that moaning, growing louder, is mine. Me. Blubbering words, calling for god. Calling him god. I don’t even know. I just…my god. I’ve never felt like this before. Never come like this before. I’m bucking with it and all I can feel is him. On me. His hands. His mouth. His tongue. Him.
I’m limp when it’s over, a whimper all I have left to give.
He meets my eyes, holding onto me as I slide down to my knees. I stare up at him as he sets his other knee on the floor. His eyes, my god. His eyes. They’re so beautiful even for the sadness ever present in that brilliant blue.
I think about what he said. How none of it will matter after he does what he has set out to do.