He nodded and I reached out and traced the tip of my finger down the hot length of his cock to the rounded head. It was much softer than I’d expected and I ran my fingertips over him, enjoying the sensation. When I touched the underside, the whole length of him twitched and I pulled my hand back, startled.
“It’s alright,” he said. “It’s just more sensitive there.”
He pulled the waistband of his pants over his cock and reached up to run a finger under my chin and turn my face to his. I kept still as he bent and his mouth touched mine softly, easing my lips apart, his hot tongue swiping over mine. When he pulled back, his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
He backed me up slowly until we were against the bed and then he lifted me and set me down on the edge. He took a seat opposite me, leaning forward to brush my hair back from my throat, and ran soft kisses down the side of my neck.
“You got to see something of mine, now I’d like to see something of yours,” he murmured.
“You want to see my...my pussy?” I said.
“I meant your breasts,” he said. “I’ll get to your pussy in a moment.”
I nodded and he drew back and unhooked the straps of my nightgown and eased them from my shoulders. The white silk fell away to reveal my breasts, my nipples hard and flushed with arousal. I didn’t get a chance to see the expression on his face because he pushed me onto my back and laid his broad body across my legs, pinning me to the bed.
Between us, I could see the hard ridge of his cock beneath his pants. He bent and his tongue flicked out, catching the pale brown of my nipple. A shock of pleasure went through me, curling down my belly and into my core. His mouth worked my sensitive nipples in soft strokes, sucking them gently onto his tongue. I closed my eyes, releasing a sigh as heat spread through my body, wetness pooling in my sex.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, lifting his head.
I nodded. “Very.”
He eased my silk slip down my body until I was clad only in my lace thong. As his fingers skimmed down my body, he released a low moan. My pussy throbbed at the sound, a sensation of desperate emptiness blossoming between my legs. Despite my anxiety, I felt the desperate need for him to fill me, to thrust his hard cock into my pussy until I was satisfied.
Faster than I knew what was happening, he pulled me to the end of the bed and knelt before me, his face just inches from my sex. His hard palms cupped my calves, raising them up until I fell back, propping myself up on my elbows.
“You have fucking exquisite legs,” he said.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
His cold eyes flicked up at me and I thought I saw something in them. A flicker of warmth maybe? Or was it desire? The rest of his body betrayed his need in the sharp rise and fall of his chest and the flush at the base of his throat.
He skimmed my legs with his fingers, exploring every curve of my thighs right up to the lace barrier across my pussy. Then he moved back down, his mouth pressing against the soft skin of my calves again and again. Then it was on my ankles, kissing and flicking with his tongue. I jumped a little as he bit the sensitive skin on the top of my foot.
“I’ve never in my life been turned on by a woman’s feet,” he said, without a hint of embarrassment. “But the first night we went out and I saw yours in those heeled sandals, it made me rock hard. Especially whatever you do to your nails.”
“It’s French tips,” I said huskily.
“Well, whatever the hell it is, it’s doing a number on my dick,” he said. “I’ve been having fantasies of fucking you on your back with your ankles on my shoulders…and goddamn, it gets me going.”
His admission sent a flood of wetness to my pussy. Somehow this icy, gorgeous man wanted me and he wanted me badly. The realization increased my arousal tenfold and I let myself slide back with a whimper, the ceiling swimming overhead.
Chapter Nine
Lucien
She fell back against the bed and her back arced just a little, her hips working against the air, desperate for friction. A quiet sound escaped her lips, a breathy moan, and she closed her eyes. I slid my fingers beneath the lace thong that barely covered her pussy and peeled it from her hips, letting it fall to the ground. My breath quickened and my dick throbbed as my eyes fell on her sex, the light brown folds that looked as soft as silk.
I gently pressed her legs apart, but she stiffened.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, doing my best to be patient with her.
“Nothing, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just got nervous.”
I kissed the side of her knee and down her calf as I parted her thighs. Her delicate folds were wet with arousal and her clit was swollen. For a moment, I just stared at her, dumbfounded by the sight of her lovely pussy. Then the overwhelming need to taste her flooded me and I bent my head and ran my tongue from her entrance to her clit.
Fuck, she tasted good. Sweet and a little tangy, like expensive champagne.
Her hips jerked and she released a cry. I pushed her up onto the pillows and settled between her thighs, slipping my right arm up her body to play with her nipples. I’d waited a long time, watching her slender body move about my house, wandering what it would be like to bury my face between her lovely thighs. I was going to savor this moment.