She raised her bottom as he drew the scarlet lace down, welcoming the slight breeze from the terrace as he lifted the hem of her dress, bunching the skirt round her waist. She glanced down, and realised on a surge of horrified excitement that she was completely exposed to him.
‘What are you doing?’ She shuddered, so breathless, her lungs felt as if they were about to explode.
He looked up, the deep green dark with appreciation. ‘Savouring you, remember.’
‘But you can’t… I’m not…’ Her protest got lodged in her throat when his tongue swirled across the inside of her thigh. She didn’t even recognise the low, guttural moan of longing that echoed in her ears as her own. Her head dropped back on the pillow as she surrendered to the delicious torture of his open-mouthed caress.
‘That’s a good girl.’ The satisfied chuckle should have annoyed her, but she couldn’t think, let alone protest as his tongue licked and delved, in tortuously slow circles, taking an eternity to get closer and closer to the centre of ecstasy.
He grasped her hips, holding her open to him as her whole body quaked beneath the onslaught of his lips, his tongue, his teeth—poised on the edge of oblivion.
‘Please…’ she begged, the plea raw with desperation, not caring any more who was in charge, who had control, as long as he didn’t stop.
Then, at last, he teased out the swollen nub and placed his lips on it. The pleasure built with staggering speed as her whimpers of need cut through the muggy silence.
She strained towards that glorious oblivion, so tantalisingly close and yet out of reach.
‘Can you…?’ She began, but her directions cut off when one long, blunt finger entered her, his mouth still feasting on her swollen clitoris.
His finger stretched her, then pressed, twisting until he touched a spot deep inside and caressed. The monumental release triggered, sweeping through her like a firestorm.
Ruby shrieked, arching off the bed, the waves of orgasm shattering her into a billion glittering pieces.
‘So you’re a screamer.’
Ruby blinked as he propped his elbow beside her head and stared down at her.
‘Good to know,’ he added, looking smug, but she was still far too stunned to utter a single word, let alone respond to his teasing.
What had he done to her?
She’d never had an orgasm that intense before. Not even close. And she’d certainly never been a screamer. Until now.
‘I like to show my appreciation,’ she murmured, getting enough of her faculties back to know it would not be wise to mention he was the first man to hit that particular jackpot. He was looking far too pleased withhimself already.
‘Duly noted,’ he quipped, placing a light kiss on her nose.
His gaze roamed over her and she struggled to control the desire to cover herself. Her mortification was complete when a blush fanned out across her chest.
How much more exposed could she be? She was sprawled on his bed, her half-naked body still flushed with afterglow, having had the most titanic orgasm of her life. And she hadn’t had to give him a single instruction. Plus, she was pretty sure she’d begged.
He dipped his thumb under the thin lace of her bra, and her nipple tightened to his touch. His eyes locked back on her face as he delved behind her back.
‘Let’s get you naked,’ he murmured.
She heard the sharp click as he unhooked her bra with one hand and then pulled the garment free, the slow seductive smile ripe with suggestion.
‘You’re gorgeous,’ he muttered, cupping her breasts and then licking at the tip.
She thrust her fingers into his short silky hair, shocked to feel the renewed bolt of heat arrowing down to her core and the strange tug of emotion beneath her breastbone.
‘I want you naked too,’ she managed to moan, the rasp of his stubble on tender flesh sending her senses reeling.
He lifted his head, grinned. ‘That’s one instruction I’m happy to obey.’
Sitting up, he tugged his shirt over his head with undisguised haste, the buttons popping.
Ruby took the opportunity to scramble out of her dress as he grappled with his belt.