"Yes." He smirks.
"What kind of a stupid relationship is that?"
"The kind that will take you to heights that you’ve never dreamed of."
"So you keep saying. Why can’t you—"
"Shh!" He puts a finger to his lips. "No speaking."
"What?"
He shakes his head. "No speaking until I let you."
I open my mouth, then close it again. Damn it, it seems my body is keen to obey him in this too. I purse my lips, watch as he, once more, rakes his gaze down my chest until he stops at my core. He stares at my pussy for so long that my core throbs. I swear my pussy lips seem to engorge. A fat bead of moisture slides down my inner thigh. My nipples harden; my limbs grow so heavy that I’m sure I’m not going to be able to keep myself upright. My nerve-endings stretch. What the hell is he doing? Why can’t he come closer and touch me instead of staring at me like I’m his last meal? Still, the silence stretches. I open my mouth to scream, and that’s when he closes the distance between us. He lowers himself to his knees until his face is directly in front of my core. Finally!
He leans in until his hot breath curls over my throbbing flesh, then he swipes his tongue up my pussy lips. My knees buckle. I grip his hair to keep myself from falling.
"Part your legs," he murmurs.
I hurry to oblige.
He glances up at me as he slides one finger inside my sopping channel. I moan as he curls it inside me. Bloody hell, if this was a gynecological examination, I would have been embarrassed that I was so turned on from his finger inside me. Luckily, it’s not, so I guess it’s okay that I’m so slick between my folds, right? He pulls out his finger, then brings it to his mouth and sucks on it. My head spins. Hell, that is … hot. So hot. It feels more filthy, more intimate than anything he has done to me before, and honestly, I can’t tell you why it feels that way when he has done filthier things to me than this.
"You taste sweet, you know that?" He smacks his lips. "Like honey and my favorite liquor, you go right to my head."
"Oh." My eyelids suddenly feel too heavy to lift up. My core clenches on itself. I already miss his touch, how he felt inside of me. Please, I plead with my eyes. Please, Christian.
A gorgeous smile splits his face. It transforms his features, making him seem even more handsome, more confident. He seems so sure of himself, so dominant, so pleased with me that my heart begins to race. The pulse pounds at my temples, at my wrists, and I hold his gaze, wanting, needing so much more.
He rises to his feet, then locks his fingers around my wrist, and leads me to a chair. He sits down, pulls me onto his lap, then grabs my book and hands it to me.
I glance up from the book to his face, then back to the book.
"Go on, read it," he murmurs.
Like that’s possible when I’m seated in his lap. Not to mention that thick column between his legs makes its presence felt against my bottom.
"Go on," he places his cheek next to mine, "why don’t you continue reading?"
I try to focus on the page in front of me. I even manage to get absorbed in the story. Then he pushes my hair over one shoulder and kisses my neck. A tremor runs down my spine. I try to turn, but he pinches my chin. "You focus on the reading."
Umm! Easier said than done, considering you have your hands all over me.
He licks the shell of my ear, and I can’t stop the moan that bleeds from my lips.
"You like that?" he whispers. His breath coils over my cheek as he presses tiny kisses down my jaw. I lean my neck to the side to give him more access, then sigh when he buries his head in the curve of my neck. He bites down on the skin there, and my pussy instantly clenches. He slides a hand around to cup my breast. He squeezes the nipple, and moisture coats my channel. He brings his other hand around to frame my other breast, and I throw my head back against his shoulder. He covers my breasts with his big palms and massages them. OMG, I didn’t realize my breasts could be so sensitive. So arousing. He pushes them together, then twists my nipples, and my entire body jerks.
"Your tits," he growls, "they’re the most incredible pair I’ve ever seen."
"They’re too big," I mutter, "the bane of my life."
"And I fucking love them. Gonna fuck your tits, Flower," he rasps. "Gonna come all over them, then lick my cum off your sweet breasts and make you come again. Gonna lavish your nipples with so much attention that you’ll never forget how it feels to have me suckling on them."
Oh, god. I squeeze my eyes shut, thrust out my chest, pushing my breasts deeper into his palms. My flesh hurts. My breasts feel weighed down. If he doesn’t massage them soon and tighten his grasp on them and suck on them like he’s promised, I’m going to cry.
As if he hears me, he tightens his grip, kneading them with such force that a groan spills from my lips.
"These noises you make," he rumbles, "they make me want to throw you down and rut into you to show you just how much you affect me."