"Whatever you want."
"Already have everything I wanted—you, naked, about to let me fuck you."
She puckered her lips and blew a stream of air across my crown.
I groaned.
Eve opened her mouth wide, lowering it to within millimeters of my cock, and exhaled a long, hot breath onto the tip. She raised her head to look at me. "You've got the most beautiful dick I've ever seen."
What else could I do? I grinned like a fool. This woman drove me wild and turned my brain to mush. I combed my fingers through her hair, amazed by her unabashed enthusiasm and by the sheer beauty of her body and her spirit. Other women had gone down on me, but none did it with the tenderness and enjoyment Eve displayed.
"So big too," she said in a husky tone, her breath teasing me with each syllable. "Can't wait to have this inside me."
"Neither can I. Let's skip the foreplay and—"
She ducked her head, pressing her mouth to my inner thigh, and dragged her lips up my flesh. Her silken hair had fallen over my cock to tickle my skin as she moved.
"Fuck, Eve," I growled, my fingers clenching in her hair.
The vixen lifted her head to switch to my other thigh, this time licking and nibbling her way toward my groin. When she'd almost reached it, she raised her head to hit me with a wicked little smile. "I love an ice cream cone before the main course."
"Ice cream?" I said, sounding as baffled as I felt. Baffled and intrigued, not to mention so hot for this woman I was fighting the impulse to flip her over and bury my face between her thighs.
She dragged her tongue up my dick, from the base to near the tip. Humming with pleasure, she did it again. Her eyes drifted partway closed. "Better than ice cream. Better than dark chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting, which I thought I loved more than sex." She took another long, sensuous lick. "May have to reevaluate that. You are the most delicious thing I've ever tasted."
No woman had ever talked to me the way she did while doing what she was doing to me. Maybe I'd died and this was the afterlife, with Eve as my angel guide. She certainly seemed determined to kill me with pleasure.
Her lips sealed around my cock and sank down, down, down until she'd taken as much of me as she could into her mouth. She moaned, the sound vibrating my flesh.
A choked sound spluttered out of me.
She grasped the base with her fist and began to move her mouth up and down, sucking gently, moaning like I was her first meal in weeks. I thrust both hands into her hair, shut my eyes, and let the sensations flood over me. Her soft, warm tongue. The heat of her breaths. The way her hair teased my skin. Every time she pulled her mouth nearly free of my flesh, the dampness left behind by her lips and tongue sent a rush of coolness over my skin. I levered into a sitting position, keeping one hand in her hair, and spread my other palm on her back to caress her in long, slow strokes. The pressure escalated, little by little, with every swipe of her tongue and brush of her hair.
Every muscle inside me went taut. I teetered on the edge, and if she kept going…
She sat up and swept her tongue across her lips.
I almost came just watching her do that.
"Mmm," she said, "I enjoyed that way more than I usually do. Loved it, actually."
She'd loved it. I couldn't comprehend the full meaning of those words, not in my current condition.
"On your knees," I said. "It's your turn."
"My knees?"
"Yes." I lay back on the velvet cushion. "Move this way."
I curled my finger repeatedly, gesturing her to move closer. She rose to her knees and crawled toward me. Her brows crinkled in the sweetest way when I kept crooking my finger, but still she inched ever closer.
"Stop," I said. "That's perfect."
Her glistening pink cleft was positioned above my head. I stretched my hand up, sliding my fingers into the soft, curly hairs on her mound. She bit her lip. I caressed her with my fingertips. She released her lip gradually, her gaze hooded, and my cock throbbed. Eve Holt was beautiful, yes, but she was also the most sensual woman I'd ever known. Whether she realized how her every movement and expression fired up my libido, I didn't know. Her sensuality seemed innate, a part of her she couldn't have hidden if she'd tried.
I skated my other hand up her thigh to curve it around her hip. "You're incredible, Eve. Your body is stunning, but it's what I see inside you that makes me want you so badly."
She smirked. "You're only saying that because you're staring at my vagina."