her nightgown up to bunch at her waist, revealing her to him. Cool air touched her hot, sensitive flesh. A vestigial fillip of embarrassment made her reach to cover herself—the conservatory had been enveloped in shadows and she hadn’t bared herself in this way.
He clasped her wrist. “Please, no. Let me see your beautiful cunt. Let me see you.”
Shakily, she tugged her hand free and returned it to the edge of the table, which she gripped tightly.
“Thank you for your trust,” he murmured.
She was able to nod, but forming words at that point was beyond her capability. Her hold on the table tightened further as he leaned close to kiss his way up one thigh.
She thought for certain he’d taste her then. Instead, he kissed his way up her other thigh, stroking her legs with his hands until she shook with arousal. “Taste me,” she gasped. “Now.”
“What if I’m disobedient?” His eyes gleamed. “What if I want to take my time and look my fill of you? I haven’t been able to think of anything other than what it would be like to be on my knees with your gorgeous pussy mere inches from my face.”
Her eyes drifted shut. “Noel.” He kept undoing her, piece by piece. She was enthralled by him.
She felt his breath against her quim, and held her own breath. Then—
“Oh, damn.” She moaned as his tongue slipped between her folds in one long, slick stroke. Her moan rose again as he swirled his tongue around her clitoris, then dipped back down again to slide through her inner lips. When he lapped at her entrance, she thought for certain she’d lose her mind, but then he stroked a finger up into her and she knew that any chance she had of retaining her sanity was gone.
He devoured her as he thrust his finger into Jess’s passage. He worshipped her profanely until she had no will left, no other choice but to come.
“That’s it,” he rumbled.
Her orgasm hit like a wild summer storm, pummeling her with pleasure so intense she couldn’t sit upright. Heedless of what things she might knock over onto the floor, she fell back as another climax slammed into her.
“Honey,” he growled. “You taste of honey.”
“It’s the soap,” she murmured.
She felt his hair tickling her thighs as he shook his head. “Not perfumed soap. It’s you. Like sweet, fragrant honey warmed by the sun to coat my tongue. I want to swallow all of you.”
Heaven help me. Yet the only kind of divine assistance she wanted would ensure that she experienced only this for the rest of her life.
“More,” she gasped. “Kill me with pleasure.”
There was a wicked smile in his voice as he said, “I will keep you alive for a very long time—especially if that means I get to eat your quim for eternity.”
She would be dead of ecstasy. Of that, she was certain. But the hell if she didn’t care. “Fewer words and more of your mouth on me.”
“Yes, Jess.” His words vibrated with erotic rapture.
“And don’t touch yourself,” she added. “Not until I say you can.”
He grunted his response, but she could tell her command pleased him. And then she was lost once more as he licked and drank from her.
Her anchor to consciousness slipped as she was lifted up on an endless succession of climaxes. As he lapped at her, his thumb circled and stroked her clitoris, while he added a second finger to his first inside her channel.
She lost count of her orgasms. She lost her hold on everything but the feel of him devotedly serving her.
And yet . . . “I need more,” she rasped.
He rose up over her, and his jaw was tight with desire. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” She slid her hands down his shirt and plucked at the fabric.
He whipped off his shirt in one fast, heedless motion.
How was he so beautiful? It hardly seemed fair—his body was taut and his abdomen ridged and his arms were magnificent and it was as though some cosmic architect had decided to put all of her work into the fashioning of this one man.
She raked her fingers across the coarse silk of the dark hair on his chest.
He snarled. “If anyone is going to kill anyone, you are going to kill me.”
“It’s your punishment for making me wait for more.” She sank into the pleasure that rose up from dominating him.
He kissed her deeply, and she tasted herself on him. “What more do you want?”