Page 49 of Cruel Devil
He kisses me again and I gasp, his tongue seeking out my own and sliding into my mouth. I moan. He tastes so good. Like coffee and spice. His shirt rubs against my skin and I immediately hate it. I don’t want anything between us. I need to feel his skin on mine.
I claw at his shirt until he relents and tugs it over his head. Then I reach for the waistband of his sweats.
He smacks my hand away and seizes control. Unhooking my bra, he bares me to him before hooking his fingers into my panties and peeling them off. He doesn’t bother with my skirt. What would be the point? With my breasts on full display, he runs his thumb over my nipple before sliding down my body to take one in his mouth.
I whimper.
He peppers kisses across my chest before swirling my other nipple with his tongue.
“Dominique, please.”
He glances up at me, his eyes an even darker shade of brown than usual. He watches my face as he kneads my breasts, cataloging every gasp and moan I make. He pinches and pulls on my nipples.
“You’re so fucking responsive.”
My breathing is heavy as he slips further down the bed until his broad shoulders are nestled between my thighs. He spreads my legs open, and as his face stares down at my sex, his warm breath fans across my skin. I could die and go to heaven with the way he is looking at me right now, his gaze hot and hungry.
He doesn’t give me the chance to speak. To get nervous. He locks his hooded gaze with mine and presses a hungry kiss to my core, using his thumbs to spread me open even more.
“Shit,” I gasp.
He chuckles, sliding his hands under my thighs and cupping my ass as he tilts my pelvis closer to his mouth. “You like that?”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I nod.
He leans in again and his mouth latches onto my pussy. I cry out, throwing my head back against the bed. He licks my slit before spearing his tongue inside me, and after only a few strokes, the pressure begins to build.
My pussy clenches and my legs quiver as he teases me, licking and sucking, but never putting enough pressure on my clit to throw me over the edge. I thrust my hips up to meet his touch, my body desperate for more friction.
I’m wound so tight I feel like I’m about to snap. “Dominique!”
He grabs my hips and begins to eat my pussy like a man starved. It only takes another minute until I’m crying out and bucking against him, but he doesn’t let up. He locks onto my clit, my body hyper aware and overly sensitive as wave after wave of pleasure slams into me.
Limp and sated, my legs shamelessly drop to the bed. I struggle to catch my breath.
I expect Dominique to stop. To climb back beside me, but he stays rooted between my legs. His mouth still between my thighs. When I feel like my heart is no longer at risk of beating out of my chest, he flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit. I moan. Dominique presses his palm over my stomach, holding me down as he devours me all over again, only this time he nudges one thick finger inside me.
My muscles tense, legs quivering. I groan as he strokes me. “Oh, god.”
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmurs against me right as a second orgasm hits me out of nowhere and I grind against his hand, riding out my release.
Dominique leans back, his eyes taking me in. “Better?” he asks, rising to his feet.
He still had his pants on. Why is he still wearing clothes?
Despite the fatigue, I push myself up to my elbows. My hair sticks to my neck and forehead and I brush it back away from my face. “Off,” I tell him, and tilt my chin toward his pants.
He doesn’t move. “Dominique,” I growl. “Are you going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”
His eyes darken, a savage expression passing over his face. “I don’t think we—” He hesitates. “We don’t need to do that. I can make you feel good in other ways.”
Common sense dictates I listen. I haven’t slept with anyone before, and a grief-induced fuck fest isn’t how I imagined my first time, but I’m past the point of caring. I want this. Need it.
“If you don’t want me—”
“I’m not saying that.”
I swallow and can feel myself being pulled under again. A mess of emotions swirling inside me. No. No. NO!
