“What are you doing to me?” It took a tremendous amount of concentration to get the question out.
He lapped at her pussy, delving, swirling and dipping through folds as if searching for every drop of moisture. “I’m making you feel good.”
Lord was he making her feel good. “This has got to be a sin.”
“Maybe.” He slipped his big hands under her rear, and pulled her down until her hips rested on the edge of the table. “Come here.”
“Why?” She should have known the man would answer with complete embarrassing honesty.
He tilted her hips up. “Because I want to lap up all the delicious cream I can convince you to give me.”
“Oh God.” The back of her head made a soft thunk as it fell back to the table, just one more sensation in the cacophony going off in her body. “You can’t be serious.”
She’d barely survived what he’d done so far.
As if to prove he was serious, he ran his tongue from the base of her pussy to the top. Once. Twice. On the third pass, he paused here and there to wiggle, press and nudge. His voice, when it came to her, was muffled. “Never been more serious in my life. You, Mrs. MacIntyre, are one tasty treat.”
And he proceeded to eat her from top to bottom. One excruciating inch at a time. She should have been appalled at what was happening. At the hot words he muttered against her creaming pussy. At the whole indecency of the situation. At the way she wanted him to go on. Instead, she closed her eyes and decided she was going to go up in flames. Her skin felt stretched too tightly to contain her body, while her woman’s flesh throbbed and ached with an unrelenting emptiness.
His focus went from nibbling at her entire pussy to concentrating at the top. His tongue lashed a particularly sensitive spot, and the breath left her body in a soundless scream. He did it again, a firm wet tap, and she jerked up straight to fall back and writhe as he lashed it over and over. With every pass of his hot tongue, molten need poured through her body, until she was gasping his name with each breath. Pleading for something he kept withholding from her.
“Just a minute darlin’,” he soothed, kissing her creaming flesh gently.
She wasn’t waiting for anything. With a burst of strength she latched onto his hair and pulled his face back to her aching, sopping pussy. Acting on instinct. His laugh vibrated just to the left of where she needed it. She wiggled frantically, needing his lips and teeth to release her from this torment.
His big hands stilled her hips. “No need to snatch me bald. I get the idea.” He blew against the sensitive knot of flesh.
“Please…” He was killing her, leaving her stretched out on this burning, unfamiliar ledge.
“I like you like this,” he murmured, lapping delicately at her folds, swirling his tongue in the thick juices weeping from her hungry slit. “All soft and generous.” He lapped again. “Needing.”
He pressed his tongue against that one spot high up. Lightning streaked through her body arching her back off the table, driving her pulsing flesh closer to his face. Closer to paradise. Her hands clenched on the side of the table as he did it again. This time, her scream was a strangled plea for more. He didn’t give it to her. When her spine reconnected with the table, he pulled back and asked, “You liked that, huh?”
Later, she’d smack him for sounding so smug. Right now, she needed him to do it again. “What was that?” she gasped, her hips helplessly lifting and searching.
He stroked her softly with his tongue, as if to soothe the flesh he’d just driven insane. “That was your clit.”
She could barely feel those tantalizing sweeps of his tongue. “My what?”
He rested his chin on top of her mound. His morning beard pricked her sensitized flesh. The relentless demand in her body subsided to a dissatisfied howl.
His smile was pure male satisfaction as he explained. “Your clit. A very tasty, sensitive little button that, apparently, likes to come out and play.”
“Oh.” Now that the furor inside had died down, she was beginning to feel embarrassed again.
Her feelings must have shown on her face, because he got a real determined look and said, “Oh no you don’t.”
She didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant, as he moved his face. His prickly, bearded chin brushed her clit, and she almost leapt out of her skin.
“Asa!”
She only had time to register the surprise in his eyes as he paused. The tiny pricks of sensation were excruciating. Locked somewhere between pain and pleasure, she held her breath.
“Easy, darlin’.”
Asa trapped her hips tightly in his hands before he cautiously shifted his chin again. The effect on Elizabeth was immediate. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair, dragging him closer.