Page 19 of Wicked Design
His smile widened. He explored her with his gaze and touch, at times playful then intense.
She lazed in their mutual pleasure, happy to give him everything she could.
At last, he finished.
Her turn to do him. Unfortunately, her hands proved too heavy to manage and dropped to the mattress, useless in getting him naked. “Take off your clothes.” She coughed and panted. “Now.”
“Later.”
Maybe he was shyer than Lauren and Jasmina had claimed or imagined. Damn, that would suck. “Why?”
“This.” He settled her legs on his shoulders and pressed his face to her furry mound.
She whispered her approval. Using her remaining energy, she eased her fingers through his hair, as Delilah had probably done with Samson. Van Gogh was certainly as strong, yet tender, too. He tugged her curls lightly with his teeth.
She giggled. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” He rubbed his nose over her mound and sniffed.
Oh wow.Van Gogh smelling her was better than anything she might have imagined. Wonderfully intimate. Decidedly tender. She needed to take in his wondrous scent, once he undressed. The wait might kill her.
He licked her cleft.
Then again… If they had to do something in the interim, she would have definitely voted for this. “More.”
He spread her cheeks, stroked her anus, and tongued her nub.
Shocking pleasure deluged her. She stiffened, collapsed, and came. Just. Like. That. “Damn.” She beat the mattress. “I wanted to hold off this time.”
“You did for a second.”
“Crap.”
“Hey, relax. There’s more.”
If there wasn’t, she’d die. Impatient with him doing all the work, she pulled her legs off his shoulders and struggled to one elbow. “Undress. I mean it.” She grabbed his thigh, surprised at the bulge there. Definitely not his cock. It was on the other side, huge and stiff, pointing toward his knee. “What is this?” She poked the mass.
Van Gogh’s face flamed again, but he didn’t go bashful on her. He hitched up his tank top.
A foil packet peeked from his pocket. Nobody had to tell her what that meant. “Whoa. Bad boy.”
He returned her smile. “You’re not pissed?”
She pulled out the first string, six condoms in all. There were more in his other pocket. “Color me impressed. Let’s use every one. Did you stick some in your back pockets, too?”
“I’m horny, not Superman.”
“That remains to be seen. Why are you still wearing clothes? Are they glued on? Is it against your religion to undress? Are you afraid I’ll go blind if I see you naked?”
He tossed his top on her face.
She filled herself with his sumptuous scent then clawed the cotton away, not wanting to miss anything. “Don’t rush. Give me a show.”
Even his taut belly turned red. “Seriously?”
“I stripped for you.”
“Faster than the speed of light. You could have gone slower and given me a heart attack in addition to a stroke.”
