“Beside you,” she said slowly. “I’ve just spent all of my life at the mercy of someone else. I don’t know how to be free and not afraid.”
I flipped her on the back and braced myself halfway over her body. Her thin bangs had fallen back and her lovely face was fully exposed. The soft curve of her mouth was open just enough to see the pink tip of her tongue. Bending, I pressed my lips gently against hers, coaxing them apart so I could get a taste of this woman. She made a soft noise in her throat and from the corner of my eye I saw her fingers tighten in the sheets.
I drew back, flicking my tongue over my bottom lip to gather the remnants of her taste. “You need to learn to shield yourself as I have.”
“I don’t know how to do that. I can’t bury my emotions the way you do,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to bury them. Withhold them—not everyone deserves to see you raw. In fact, I’d argue only I have the right to witness your fear, your indiscretions, your weakness. Give that to me. Give everyone else a version of yourself they can’t break.”
“I don’t know what that version is.”
I pressed a kiss between her breasts. “You have a lovely throat and shoulders. It was first thing I noticed about you, other than your legs. Your mother, as much of a bitch as she is, did right with the clothes she picked for you.”
“Really?” She sounded uncertain.
“Tomorrow for the opera, you will wear a black dress that clings to your body,” I murmured. I gathered her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard until her hips jerked and I released it. “You will walk in on my arm, knowing you are a queen. You will keep your head high and your shoulders back. All of the men will see you, glittering with jewels, and they will want to fuck you. And their women will see you go by and wish they were you.”
Her mouth parted in surprise. I rarely talked to her like this and it was throwing us both off guard.
“I’ve seen you like that before and you’re a natural,” I said. “You are better than all of them. And I am the only person you need to get on your knees for ever again. Do you understand me?”
She nodded, her eyes glittering with desire.
“The only person who gets to see your weakness and fear is your husband,” I said, my gaze boring into her. “In many ways, those things are more intimate than your body.”
She nodded slowly and I kissed her mouth again, trailing my lips down her throat. A little gasp burst from her as I curled my tongue around her nipple and lapped at it gently, eliciting a little moan from her. I slid my palm up her ribs, enjoying the feel of her breath growing faster beneath my hand. There was nothing more pleasurable than the sensation of her silky body beneath my fingers and tongue.
I rolled onto my back and picked her up by the waist and lifted her up to set her over my face. She gasped, grabbing at the headboard to steady herself.
“What are you doing?” she breathed.
“I’m eating you out,” I said. “But first, hold yourself up a little. I’m going to lick your clit until you drip into my mouth.”
Her inner thighs shook, a barely perceptible movement, and her pussy clenched overhead. There was nothing in my vision but the silky smoothness of her inner thighs on either side of my head and her pale brown sex. She shifted her hips and I caught a glimpse of wetness, glittering along her inner folds.
Digging my fingers into her thighs, I tilted her so I could lick her clit without touching the rest of her pussy. I was going to tease her until she dripped her sweet arousal into my mouth and only then would she get to come. The thought made my throbbing cock twitch, the pressure almost painful. Hopefully I could hold out that long.
She whimpered as I softened my tongue and ran it, wet and hot, over her clit. I lapped over her, barely grazing her most sensitive point as I teased her swollen flesh. Every time I drew back, I glanced at her pussy to check the wetness gathering there. She looked so beautiful, so edible, it took everything I had not to swipe my tongue over her entrance and gather her arousal in my mouth.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t tease me. Lick my pussy, just once.”
I ignored her, taking her clit into my mouth and working it. She liked it when I flicked her in long, quick strokes. As soon as I fell into the rhythm, her thighs tightened and began shaking just a little more. My dick throbbed and I fought the urge to reach down and rub it. No, I wanted to focus on her, on tasting her all over my tongue.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “I think I might come.”
It would be the first time she’d come from my tongue. Excitement rose in me and it took all I had to keep up the same pace, flicking her bundle of nerves as she trembled in my hands.
I could tell she was on the edge, but she remained there, unable to get over. She needed more, needed something else. I slid my hand over her backside, dipping just a little into the wetness between her thighs, and found her asshole with the tip of my finger. She jerked at the contact, but I kept her steady with a hand to her lower belly.
I circled her slowly as I flicked her clit. I wouldn’t go in—perhaps someday soon, but now wasn’t the time. She responded beautifully to my touch as I caressed her asshole with the tip of my finger. A little moan escaped her lips and she flushed, pink staining her throat and cheeks. I pulled back from her little bundle of nerves and there it was between her thighs, a glitter of wetness ready to slip down her thigh.
Shifting down, I continued touching her, keeping my eyes on her soaked entrance. A gasp came from above and she shook, her pussy clenching. The movement sent a tremor through her and I caught her wetness on my tongue as it fell. Sweet and tangy. Feral need flooded me and I pressed my face up into her, lapping at her pussy, cleaning the arousal from her folds.
“Sit on my face,” I ordered, pulling back.
She looked down, her nipples hard and her eyes burning. “What? On your face?”
“Sit on my face,” I repeated.