God, this was a dream. The perfect sort of dominant. Not the cocky, macho, vain men she’d dated in the past. Not even close.
Goosebumps rose all over her skin as he stroked the underside of her other breast with his thumb. His mouth popped free, releasing the offended nipple, but only long enough to capture its twin. This time, his teeth bit down, again with the perfect pressure. Another sharp, delicious pain made her shiver.
Libby’s brain could hardly keep up with Jason’s movements. One second he was stroking her breasts; the next second his fingers were gripping her butt. He molded his palms to her flesh, squeezed, pulling her cheeks apart, tormenting her further with every passing second.
When he slipped his fingers under the elastic of her thong and drew it down her thighs, she moaned. He tapped one ankle and then the other to remove the skimpy garment.
This entire night was surreal. Part of her thought if she pinched herself, she would wake up and find she hadn’t even attended the wedding yet. But Jason had pinched her skin so many times, that idea wasn’t possible.
In another frenzied change of pace, Jason released her nipple, gripped the backs of her thighs, his palms halfway on her ass, and lifted her off the floor as he stood.
She cried out as her feet left the floor.
He was grinning at her as he flattened her to the wall, her head level with his. “Wrap your legs around me, little one.”
She complied, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.
“Good girl.” He spun around and carried her across the room to the bed where he deposited her on her back.
She had a tight hold around his neck, but as her body hit the mattress, he commanded, “Arms above your head, baby girl.”
Libby was shaking as she released his neck and lifted her arms. She marveled at the terms of endearment he’d chosen. Coming from anyone else, they would have sounded insulting. She would have slapped any previous man who dared call her little or baby. She was self-conscious about her size most of the time. But not with Jason. Somehow it was different with him. He made her feel protected and cherished. She clasped her fingers together above her head, causing her small breasts to rise on her chest. Wetness pooled between her legs.
“Spread your legs, Libby. Wide for me, baby.” He held her gaze as if taking her pulse at all times. Every ounce of his attention was on her.
This. This was what she’d been missing. A man who made it obvious he was far more interested in her needs than his own. He was bossy, but not in the way she’d previously experienced. He hadn’t ordered her to take off his shoes or make him a sandwich, ensuring she was put in her place. He’d basically ordered her to…enjoy herself.
She released the grip she had with her ankles at the small of his back and opened up for him, shocked by her ability to be so easily controlled. Once again, she reminded herself how different this experience was. She’d slept with a few men. Three to be exact. None had made her burn like this. None had made her come at all.
Jason lifted off her, stood at the side of the bed, and dragged her closer to the edge. His fingers circled her ankles and then danced up her legs. “Damn, you’re so fucking tiny,” he murmured.
There was no arguing that point. She was petite. Every part of her. And though she’d had sex before, she was a bit concerned about how big his cock might be when and if he finally removed any of his clothes.
He trailed his fingers up her thighs and pressed them wider, making her glad she’d decided to shave—everywhere—that morning. It was unnerving lying there panting while he stared at her naked body, soaking in every inch of her, his gaze wandering up and down before landing again at the apex of her sex.
She half-thought she might orgasm before he touched her. When he parted her labia with his fingers, she gasped and arched her chest, her head tipping back at the intimacy.
Instead of touching her where she most needed contact, his fingers trailed back down her legs to her ankles. He went to work removing her dainty gold heels next.
He glanced at her, his eyes dancing with mirth. “Love these shoes. I’d leave them on, but I’m afraid you might stab me with the pointed tips while I eat your sweet pussy.”
Another shiver. A rush of wetness.
He dropped the second heel to the floor and then grasped her thighs and lowered his face between her legs. With no warning or pretense, he suckled her, licking and tasting and flicking his tongue everywhere.
She cried out, gripping her fingers together, afraid she might forget his demand and lower her arms. It was hard to focus on that order, but she wasn’t in the mood to find out what he might do if she disobeyed him. She wanted to know what he could do with his mouth first. And then his cock.
His lips curled around her clit, holding it captive, suckling, flicking, tormenting the tiny nub.
Her body started shaking. She whimpered as she neared orgasm quickly. This was so unlike her. She’d never come without a vibrator. She’d never come in the presence of another person. It was exhilarating. There was no way to stop it or even slow the pace.
When Jason started flicking his tongue rapidly over the bundle of nerves, she tipped over the edge, her entire body pulsing with the release as she moaned. He was relentless, not releasing her until her orgasm subsided—choosing the exact moment when
