He continued his sensual assault and not long after she orgasmed as he’d commanded. The release was long and easy and freaking fantastic.
“Good girl,” she heard him say and then vaguely became aware of him unzipping her dress the rest of the way, his hand at her back. “Arms around my neck, sweetheart. I have more kissing to do, only lower this time.”
“Cash, you don’t h-have to,” she stammered, overwhelmed by what he was suggesting. He’d never gone down on her. And now, with a fresh Cash-induced orgasm lighting her bloodstream, she wasn’t sure she could handle more.
“Have to has nothing to do with it.” On his knees in front of her, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. He’d stayed in shape over the years, filling out with muscle. The width suited him, the dark hair over his pectorals unashamedly masculine.
He’d been good-looking then. He was hotter than hell now.
Not only was his chest deliciously defined, so were his abs. She wouldn’t mind exploring every hill and valley on his torso. A perfect innie belly button sat just above a trail of dark hair that disappeared into his pants. Behind his fly, his cock gave a peppy jerk and she squeezed her knees together. Then she nearly hyperventilated when he undid his belt and drew down his zipper.
“You’re not making this easy on me.”
“Looks pretty hard, actually,” she said with a grin.
He gave her an admonishing glare as he stood and pulled off his clothes. He returned to the bed, still wearing black boxer briefs.
She shoved his chest with her high heel. “Those, too. Take them off.”
He grabbed her ankle, pulled her leg to one side, took a long-enough-to-make-her-squirm gander at her naked body and then said, “And if I don’t?”
“Don’t make me come up there,” she warned.
He laughed and any residual nerves faded away with it. To her delight, he stood again and shoved his fingers into the sides of those briefs, pushing them down his legs. His erection was on display, hard and glistening at the tip. She bit down on her lip. She was done being patient.
“Let’s have sex. Don’t worry about that other part.” She nodded to encourage his agreement but he didn’t agree. Not at all.
Grabbing both her ankles, he gently spread her legs and wedged his shoulders between her thighs. He looked good there. Really good. Her heart pattered out a desperate rhythm.
“Haven’t you ever had anyone do this for you?” he asked, his eyes on her most private part, his thumb stroking her folds.
“Cash,” she gasped. She licked her lips, her nerves returning. “It’s okay, really.”
She lost his touch and when she looked down at him this time, he was frowning. “Seriously?”
“I—it’s not a big deal. I just, it’s not something I enjoy?” She didn’t mean to ask, but she’d asked. Over the years she’d convinced herself she wasn’t missing out, but with Cash poised over her, preparing to deliver a tongue lashing that would be her first—and probably the best—she was positive she’d enjoy it.
His smile widened, a feral glint in his eye. “Damn, I’m excited. Here I’ve been thinking you experienced everything without me and I’m the first one who will—”
“Don’t say it.” The words were rushed out, and he obeyed her request in the best way imaginable. His tongue slicked over her center and a long moan escaped her throat. That was... That felt very nice. Incredible. Indescribable.
He cupped her ass and yanked her closer to his face, and then reached behind his head to pull off her shoes and toss them on the floor. “Second thought, you might impale me given you’ve yet to experience this.”
“Safety first,” she murmured. This time when he laughed it reverberated down her legs since he’d already set his mouth to her.
He toyed with her at first, delivering light, even strokes before picking up the pace and then slowing down again. Meanwhile she fisted the bedsheets helplessly, her hips lifting and rising to meet each stroke. When he homed in on one particular spot, her next exhalation was no more than a feathery rasp.
“Hang on tight. Here we go,” he advised, and before she had a chance to tighten her grip on the sheets, he picked up the pace. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her heels scraping down his back, and in no time at all, she came on a cry. Her entire body hummed, the electric current from earlier still flowing through her veins.
He eased up, allowing her to enjoy the release. Without his shoulders for support, her legs collapsed uselessly to one side. In fact, her entire body felt boneless. Sparks danced along the surface of her skin and entire cosmos burst behind her eyelids.
He left her briefly, but by the time he returned to bed his smug smile was locked in place.
“That,” he said, lazily stroking his fingers up her arm, “was worth the fucking wait.”
She laughed, but it was wheezy. She blamed the orgasm. It’d been a wringing one. She’d thought his hand was nice? His tongue should be bronzed.
“Guess I enjoy that after all.” She faced him.