Page 69 of A Diamond Deal
‘Take off your clothes,’ she demanded heatedly.
His fingers slipped out of her. He raised himself again on his knees, and took off the shirt hanging on a single wrist. Threw it onto the ground beside the bed and reached for the buckle of his belt. The button.
She wanted to taste him.
She wanted what he’d denied her at the ball. To take charge. And this was the last chance she’d have to do it. She needed to do all the things she wanted to do to him. She needed to close the door on every fantasy. Leave no room for regrets.
She sat up. ‘Let me.’
He hovered above her.
She unbuttoned him. Pushed her fingers into the band of his trousers, his boxers. She pushed them down his thighs. He sprang free. The sight of him, so hard, so thick…his erection stood proud between them. A wet heat flooded between her thighs.
She pushed his clothes down until they could go no further. Until they bunched around his knees. She flicked her tongue against the tip. Captured the droplet beading there.
‘Poppy…’
She opened her mouth, leant forward and closed her lips around him.
His fingers drove into her hair. He didn’t pull her closer, didn’t angle his hips so her mouth took him further inside.
He waited for her.
She took him into her mouth.Deeper.
‘Theos mou!’ he moaned.
It was electrifying.
She moved her mouth up and down his silken length. He pulsed. Danced inside her mouth, until he grew bigger.Thicker.
Her hands reached for him, for his hips to lever herself. He moved with her mouth. Faster she took him. Faster he moved.
His hands cradled her scalp. His fingers tightened. ‘Poppy!’
He pulled her head back. Pulled himself free of her mouth. He stared down at her as if she was someone he didn’t recognise. As if she made him burn. Made him lose his mind.
She didn’t recognise herself—the smile tilting her lips.
It felt good for him to look at her likethat.
‘I will taste you,’ he said, breathlessly. ‘Now.’
‘I want you to,’ she admitted, just as breathlessly. Just as awed by him. By what he’d just let her do when he’d never let her before. She’d tried once before to taste him, in the early days, but he’d stopped her. She’d shied away from trying again.
A niggle of doubt drooped her lips.
He hadn’t let her make him come.
‘Lie back against the pillows,’ he said, kicking off the clothes bunched around his knees with a slide of his foot to the floor.
She dragged her bottom up. Lay down.
He moved up the bed between her thighs.
He dipped his head.
His tongue licked her inner thigh. He moved his mouth inwards. Pressed hard, deep kisses to the seam of her knickers. His tongue swept the place where he had kissed. Long, steady strokes. On the left. On the right.
