Page 30 of Planned Seduction
Blood emptied into his groin, and he forced himself to take a steadying breath. He fastened his mouth to her and ran his tongue between her folds, dipping it in to taste. The tempo he set was at first slow and then fast, alternating between licking her clit and her lips.
Breathless moaning egged him on. She was so hot and aroused she could barely keep her ass on the table.
Amy tilted her hips, pushing herself up to meet his tongue, and then relaxed back down.
Emotion boiled in his stomach, a mixture of love and need. His feelings for her couldn’t be more powerful. His need was equally urgent.
He licked faster as she moaned, watched her pinch her nipples. She thrust up again and again, her silent incitement compelling him to add pressure to his kiss.
Damn, she tasted good. Like honey and woman and sex—just like in his dream. If his cock came anywhere near her now, he’d last all of about one second. But he had no intention of fucking her today. He was saving that for another time. A time when she asked for it. Right now, he had maybe one minute left, one minute to remind her what she’d be missing out on.
He fastened his mouth on her clit and licked in slow, light motions, gaining speed and momentum with every gasp from her mouth.
“Yes,” she panted above him. “Yes, yes, yes!”
He slid a finger inside her.
“Daniel. Oh God, Daniel.”
Amy screamed as he slipped a second finger in and sucked a tiny bit harder. Her muscles tightened around his hand and she came, her juices flowing onto his tongue. He lapped them up, not stopping until the final spasm rocked her body, until she lay motionless on the table, her legs hanging limply over the edge.
A quick check of the clock told him four minutes and forty-eight seconds had lapsed. Before his time was completely over, he walked around the table, leaned over, and kissed her soundly.
Five minutes.
For a heartbeat longer, his lips lingered against hers. Then, reluctantly, he moved away. She lay there on the table panting and breathless.
“That, my love, is what you’re rejecting.” His voice was raw and uneven.
Daniel straightened, shrugged his shoulders, and added, “But hey, if you want to be friends, that’s cool, too.”
Amy gawked at him.
“Gotta go.” He turned to leave.
It took every ounce of willpower not to go back to her. Not to rip off his pants and sheathe himself in her quivering, wet depths. Hell, it took every ounce of self-control to walk to the door without limping.
“Maybe we can catch a movie sometime next week? I’ll call you.” He waved good-bye, opened the door, and before closing it behind him, whistled the first few notes of a tune from The Lion King. He almost laughed out loud when he caught a last glimpse of Amy’s face, gaping at him in disbelief. For her benefit, he whistled the rest of the tune a little louder as he hobbled painfully down the corridor.
She wouldn’t come after him. After that orgasm, she’d hardly have the energy to breathe. Calling him back would probably kill her.
