He joined her, all lean, hard angles and imposing strength. She ran her hands over him with wonder, enjoying the contrast between his body and hers. But when she reached for the part of him which jutted tall and proud and thick, he caught her hand.
“If you touch my cock, I will lose control.” He lifted her hand to his lips for a reverent kiss. “And I want to take my time. I want to savor you.”
His words made her throb between her legs. She longed to have him inside her again. Once had not been enough. She did not lie to herself that twice would be either, but it was all she could allow herself.
“But I want to touch you,” she protested.
“Not yet.” He kissed her wrist. “Hands at your sides, darling.”
She obeyed, pressing her restless palms flat to the bedclothes. Watching him. He lowered his head to her breast and took the aching nipple into his mouth, sucking. On a hiss, she arched her back, her hands going instinctively to his hair.
He raised his head. “Stubborn darling. No touching yet.”
When she hesitated, he caught her nipple in his teeth and bit. Painful pleasure seared through her. He flicked his tongue over her lazily, as if this night would go on forever. Her hands went back to her sides. His demands heightened her awareness. She was at his mercy, breathless, ravenous for him.
He suckled her other nipple greedily, a sound of approval rumbling from deep within his chest. His hands were everywhere, sending frissons of desire in their tantalizing wakes.
He kissed her breasts, then replaced his mouth with his hands, cupping them, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He kissed to her clavicle, then kissed the hollow at the base of her throat. He kissed her ear, her hair.
Her fingers itched to touch him, but she remained still beneath the torture of his traveling mouth and hands. He kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered.
She did as he asked. Without sight, her other senses were sharpened. His lips fluttered over each of her eyelids while his touch moved once more. He caressed her waist, her hips. Kissed her cheeks, her jaw. Back down her body, then. He kissed the tip of each breast. Eyes closed, hands pressed to the bed, she awaited the pleasure he bestowed upon her.
He worshiped her. More kisses on her shoulders, down her arms, all the way to the tips of her fingers.
“May I open my eyes?” she asked, desperate to see him even as her lack of sight enhanced the desire thrumming through her.
“No,” he said against her skin as he kissed her belly next, then her hip. “Part your legs for me, darling.”
Under the guidance of his hands, she did as he commanded, her bare flesh gliding over the luxurious bed linens in a whisper of sound. Cool air hit her hot core. She wondered if he was looking at her there, and then she had her answer when his lips brushed over the bud of her sex.
Her hips jerked, body bowing from the bed. But still she kept her eyes closed, her hands flat at her sides. He cupped her bottom, angling her to his mouth, and then his tongue flicked over her.
She bit her lip to tamp down a moan. The slick glide of him over her starving flesh was more potent with her eyes closed. Molten desire sparked through her. He sucked her entire pearl into his mouth then. The wet sound of his suction echoed through the stillness of the chamber. A helpless cry tore from her. He sucked harder before catching her in his teeth and tugging.
She rocked into him, pumping her hips, desperate for more, seeking the relief only he could give her. “Please, Benedict.”
He hummed against her, the vibration as delicious as his mouth was. “Please what, love? Tell me what you want.”
She wanted the same glorious rush he had given her that morning. Her cheeks prickled with heat. Wicked as it was to be naked in his bed, his mouth upon her most intimate place, she could not give voice to her wanton thoughts.
Instead, she moved her hips in a silent plea.
His tongue slid over her in sweet torment before he moved away. “Tell me.”
“I want your mouth.” The truth was ripped from her.
His hands moved from her rump to stroke her inner thighs in long, slow caresses. But he did not give her what she wanted. He used his fingernails to lightly score her skin. “Where?”
She swallowed, almost wild with need now. “You know where.”
“Here?” He kissed her left thigh.
“No,” she bit out, her fingers tensing in the bedclothes.
His mouth found a sensitive patch of skin on her right thigh next. “Here?”
“No.” She felt as if she were going to burst. The throbbing between her legs was so intense. Her nipples were hard, breasts achy and full. The musk of her own excitement permeated the air.
“Where, love?” He kissed her hipbone. “I want to hear it from your prim and proper lips. Do you want my mouth on your cunny?”
Such a wicked word. Heat whipped through her like a lash.
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he prodded, his voice a decadent, sensual growl she felt to her toes. “Open your eyes and tell me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes opened to find his face a scant inch from where she wanted him most. Their gazes clashed. A physical jolt went through her. “I want your mouth on my cunny,” she whispered.
“With pleasure.” A beautiful smile curved his lips as he lowered his golden head, his stare never leaving hers.
The heels of his palm pushed her legs wider apart, and then he slowly, tantalizingly, ran his tongue over the pulsing bundle hidden in her folds. Ecstasy hit her. She trembled beneath the power of her climax as he sucked her bud
