“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmurs roughly, breaking our kiss to trail his lips over my jaw and neck. He moves his hand over to my other breast, grazing his thumb over my nipple with an agonizingly light touch. “You were like this from that very first night. I loved watching my brothers touch you. Watching them fuck you. Watching the way you looked when you came. Beautiful.”
I stare up at the ceiling, my lower lip clamped between my teeth as I squirm under his ministrations. He keeps murmuring words of filthy praise as he makes his way lower and lower, dragging his lips and tongue and teeth over my skin on his way down. He flicks his tongue into my belly button, making a shocked laugh escape me, and then he trails the tip of it in a meandering pattern over my stomach until he reaches the point I’ve been waiting for all this time.
After taking his sweet time getting there, I expect him to grab my thighs, yank them open, and bury his face between my legs. It would be a very North thing to do, taking what he wants with no hesitation or doubt.
But although he grips my legs just like I thought he would, he catches me off guard by rolling over and bringing me with him. The action is so surprising that my body moves where he pulls me easily, since I’m too startled to tense up or resist.
Now he’s on his back, and I’m on top—with my legs spread, knees braced on either side of his head, and my pussy hovering just a few inches above his face.
I blink as I gaze down at him. My hands are braced on the mattress so that I’m basically on all fours, and when North tugs on my thighs to drag me closer to his face, I finallydoresist.
“I’ll smother you,” I argue, a flush creeping up my cheeks. I’m in decent shape, but I’m not exactly supermodel skinny, and if I sit directly on his face, there’s no way he’ll be able to breathe.
“No, you won’t.” North’s low growl is followed by another insistent tug on my thighs. “Fuck, you smell good. Let me have you, baby girl.”
Oh, holy hell. I’m so fucking wet from the way he was teasing me earlier that his dirty, possessive words practically have me dripping onto his face.
The thought of that makes me blush even harder, and I try again to rise up higher on my knees. I’ve never been shy about my body, but these men have a way of pushing my boundaries and shoving me out of my comfort zone, and I’m still getting used to that.
“Kiara.” North’s voice is a deep rumble beneath me, and I lift my hands off the mattress so I can straighten up and look down at him. “Do you not want me to eat you out?”
My clit throbs, and my pussy silently warns me that if I answer “no” to that question, it will never speak to me again.
I swallow. “I mean… I always want you to. I just don’t want you to sacrifice oxygen to do it.”
He smiles, a wicked curve of his lips. “Believe me, oxygen is the last thing on my mind right now. If you don’t want me to pull you down and eat your pussy until you gush all over my face, I won’t. But that’s whatIwant. I want to lick your sweet little clit until you scream.”
My stomach clenches, my toes curling a little as my pulse picks up. “Then do it.”
“I will.” His smile widens. It’s a kind of smile I’ve never seen him wear before, dirty and cocky but also surprisingly sweet, somehow. “But first…” His hold on my thighs tightens. “You have to sit. Not hover.Sit.”
The last word is spoken almost like a command, and he accompanies it with a sharp tug on my thighs. My legs spread open a little wider, allowing me to sink down lower on his face until I really am sitting.
The instant his mouth is close enough to my core to reach it, his tongue is all over me. He’s lapping at my clit, circling around and over my folds… basically French kissing my pussy.
With him below me like this, there’s never any point where his mouth isn’t touching me, and the pressure and friction are enough to make a full body shudder work its way through me. My head tips back a little, and I let him have a little more of my weight, losing myself in the incredible sensations he’s bringing out in me.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “That feels good.”
I think North says something in response, but I can’t quite make out the words with his tongue literally buried in my pussy.
As he laps and sucks at my clit, I can’t help but look down at him. I’ve never quite had a view like this before. It’s not the first time he’s gone down on me, but there’s something about riding his face like this that heightens all the sensations. I feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and above all of that, I feel… wanted.
I feel desired.
Treasured.
I feel like I’m all he needs in this moment, as if he really would choose me over oxygen if he had to.
“God, North,” I groan, closing my eyes as all the sensations and emotions that are rushing through me overwhelm me for a moment. “Please…”
He makes another noise, but I don’t even think there are any muffled words in it this time. It’s just a sound—an animalistic, wolfish sort of growl. It vibrates through my body from the connection point between us, and I whimper softly, my eyelids fluttering open.
As they do, my gaze collides with a pair of steel-gray eyes.
Raven.
He’s standing in the doorway, watching us with an intense, heated look on his face. I have no idea how long he’s been there, but it’s definitely been long enough for him to get a good eyeful of what we’re doing.