Page 50 of Tempt
“Eventually?”
“Yes.” She knelt and shoved my jeans down so that my cock sprung free. Then she took it in her hand and brought the tip toward her mouth, softly brushing her lips over the sensitive crown. “But there’s something else I’ve been thinking about.”
“Yeah?” I wished there was a fucking light switch nearby. I was dying to watch my cock slide into that mouth. There was a light on upstairs, spilling down into the hallway, but Millie was in my shadow.
“Yeah.” She licked my shaft bottom to top, sweet and slow, as if she wanted to catch every drip. “I had no regrets when I left your hotel room that night,” she said, her breath a caress on my skin, “but I did wish I had more time.”
“To do what?” I wanted to hear her say the words.
She looked up at me, and even in shadow I saw the playful expression. “To get on my knees for you.”
I groaned as she swept her tongue in a circle around the tip, making every muscle in my lower body tighten with anticipation.
“To take you in my mouth.” She took the first couple inches of my dick between her lips and sucked, working her fist up and down my length in deliciously slow, firm strokes. “To make you come and taste it on my tongue.”
“That’s what you want?”
“That’s what I want.” She flicked her eyes to mine. “So give it to me.”
Instinctively, I began to move—careful thrusts that wouldn’t scare her or choke her, coaxing her to take me deeper. She moaned and obeyed my wordless command, sliding her mouth down my shaft and back up again. Her fingers moved to my balls, teasing, fondling, closing gently around them and tugging slightly and softly. Her other hand slid up my abdomen, her fingers wide and palm flat against my flexing muscles.
My free hand threaded into her hair, and my breath came faster. I was torn between giving in to the savage beast inside me that just wanted to fuck her mouth until I came and the man who wanted to take his time, savor this moment, commit every detail to memory.
I wanted her to know how fucking good this felt, but I couldn’t even speak. I tried some words, but what came out was a garbled snarl that sounded more angry than anything else. But it must have turned her on, because she moaned and took me deeper, sliding a finger along the sensitive place between my balls and my ass that nearly made my legs give out. My vision went dark—or maybe I just closed my eyes, I couldn’t fucking tell—and I leaned into my palm against the door, my hips driving faster, deeper, harder.
Millie’s sounds went from slow, sweet sighs to quick, panicked pants, and I knew she had to be struggling to breathe. But she didn’t let up—instead she gripped my ass with both hands and let me fuck her glorious mouth like I’d been fantasizing about doing since the moment I saw her. And if that made me a jerk, fuck it—I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was how deep she took me and my fist in her hair and the ache in my balls and the tension in my thighs and thefuck, fuck, fuck, yesof the climax surging through me and pouring into her. She took every drop and sat back on her heels, swallowing and breathing hard.
I loosened my grip in her hair. “Christ. That was—are you okay?”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at me. “Yes.”
“I thought maybe I choked you.”
“It was a close call. But I asked for it, didn’t I?”
I smiled. “I like that about you.”
She reached for my hand, and I helped her up, noticing for the first time the hard tile floor in front of the door.
“Your poor knees. That had to hurt.”
She shrugged, her smile coy. “Clearly, I didn’t mind.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I said, hitching up my jeans. “Like a proper gentleman should.”
“I know you will.” She laughed and put her arms around me, pressing close. “I like that about you.”
* * *
Up in her bedroom, she walked over to the nightstand and switched on a lamp. She wore a pink silk robe that set off the gorgeous creamy color of her skin and the gold in her hair. Her curves tantalized me, and I could see the pert tips of her breasts through the thin material, begging for my lips.
“So this is my room,” she said, and she almost sounded a little nervous.
As hard as it was to take my eyes off her, I glanced around, curious. Her bed was neatly made, and my eyes lingered on the white wooden headboard. I pictured her hanging onto it, fucking her vibrator while I spoke in her ear. The vision sent a jolt of lust through me, and even though I’d just had an orgasm, my dick responded as though it was gearing up for another. I looked at the nightstand next to her—was that where she kept her toy? Would she let me use it on her tonight?
My eyes returned to her, but she was focused on removing pillows from the bed, tossing them onto the floor, which was covered by a thick white rug. She kept her back to me, and I got the feeling she was avoiding eye contact.
I moved around the bed and took her by the shoulders, turning her to face me. “Hey.”
