I look up at her. “Psyche.”
She nibbles her bottom lip. “Yes?”
“I don’t fucking care what kind of lotion you use.” I urge her the last step to the bed and guide her down onto her back. Slowly. I have to move slowly, because if I snap my leash, I’m going to be inside her in two seconds and that’s not what I want for this. I never have control issues. Never. Every seduction I’ve ever enacted is a carefully choreographed dance between me and my partner—or partners. I never fall on them like a beast intent on ravishing.
A beast I can feel howling inside me.
I’m actually in danger of faltering now, when it matters the most.
That’s why I go to my knees next to the bed instead of joining her there. This is better. Safer. No matter what she said earlier, I don’t intend for this to be a one-off. Psyche makes a surprised sound but I ignore it, focusing on easing her panties down her legs. Her thighs shake, as if she’s not sure whether she wants to close them or open wide. It doesn’t matter. I can see her perfectly just like this, her pussy glistening in an invitation I have no intention of rejecting. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“I’d rather we just got to it.”
I almost laugh. Might laugh if I wasn’t dying for a taste of her. “I’ve changed my mind.”
Psyche tugs on my hair. “Get up here.”
“We’re not having sex right now.” I can’t trust myself to go there with her, not like this, not right now. Not when my hands are shaking, and it’s everything I can do to hold myself back. She deserves flowers and romance and more orgasms than she can count. She doesn’t deserve to be shoved down onto the mattress and ravished by a fucking beast.
I don’t know if I’m capable of giving her what she deserves.
No, that’s a lie. I already know I’m destined to fail if that’s my goal. All evidence points to Psyche and I existing in entirely different realms. Even in this. Especially in this. She said she has trouble separating sex and emotions. I can’t think of a single time sex has made me feel anything but physical pleasure.
I am going to fuck this up.
“Eros, please.”
“Psyche.” I press my forehead to her soft stomach and exhale shakily. “Just let me make you feel good for a little bit. Please.”
“If you want to, I guess—” Her words morph into a throaty moan as I lean down and drag the flat of my tongue over her pussy.
Fuck me. She tastes even better here than she does everywhere else. I slide my hands up her legs and grip her thighs, pushing them wider. More. I need so much more…
I drag myself back from the edge in time to grab my phone. Psyche props herself up on her elbows and looks down her body at me. Does she like the view from up there as much as I like it from down here? Hard to say. She frowns. “What are you doing?”
“Setting a timer.”
She blinks. “Why?”
“Because I’m about to get distracted eating you out and I don’t want to make the jeweler wait.”
Another of those slow, shocked blinks. “Eros, the jeweler won’t be here for forty minutes.”
“I know.” I curse softly. “It’s not nearly enough time.”
Then there’s no more time for talking. I want to feel her coming all over my face and I want it now. Psyche is stubborn, so I want to make this so good, she’ll forget why she tried to put a limit on this. Or that’s the plan.
Any plan goes right out the window at my second taste of her. She tenses, but then seems to give herself over to sensation. Between one breath and the next, her legs fall open and she has her hands in my hair again. Giving herself to me. Trusting me to make her feel good. It’s a heady feeling to have all of Psyche at my disposal.
I watch her closely as I work her with my tongue, exploring her slowly while I figure out what she likes. She’s not quiet about what she enjoys, which is a delight to discover. She has no problem tugging on my hair to guide me to her clit or moaning and whimpering when I land on a slow vertical stroke with the flat of my tongue. I keep doing it, building her up to an orgasm that has her shaking and damn near ripping my hair out of my head. I relish the sting, the clear loss of control.
I keep my gaze on her flushed body as I move down to pepper light kisses and love bites on her inner thighs. She’s completely relaxed right now, but I still have time left and no interest in stopping until the alarm sounds. I work my way back up her thighs, intensifying my touch, and then lift my head so I can part her pussy with my fingers.