“You’re not beautiful.”
The walls around her immediately closed in until she had to gasp for breath. Memories came flooding back, and she rose up on her elbows, ready to push him away, get dressed and leave him in that room alone. A featherlight touch of his finger to the line of her jaw held her still.
“That’s not enough to describe you. It’s too ordinary. Too cliché.”
The rich timbre of his voice saying exactly what she needed to hear made her too hot.
“I don’t need flattery.” Although it was welcome, she’d resigned herself to not accepting it if it wasn’t sincere, which oftentimes it wasn’t. Really, that excuse had become a security shield to prevent her from the opposite: demeaning criticism.
“You deserve it.” He tilted her chin and leaned in to place the softest kiss against her lips. “Now, lie back and let me reminisce on something I wrote.”
She did as she was told. “You mean, you’re going to kiss me all over, stopping only when I beg.”
He’d already eased down until his mouth hovered scant inches over her nipple. The look he gave her—arched brows, mischief in his eyes and a quirk of his lips—was the most devilishly sexy expression she’d ever seen.
Maurice gave no verbal response, but he did suck that nipple into his mouth, gorging on it as if he’d been starving for years. She arched into the pleasure seizing her senses. The assault continued when he palmed her other breast, tweaking her other nipple until pleasure and pain had her gasping. Who would’ve guessed he’d have such a phenomenal mouth? Every spot of skin his tongue and lips touched they tortured. From the sensitive area beneath her breasts that she’d never considered an erogenous zone down to the spot just above her hip bone where his tongue traced lazy circles until her head thrashed against the bed. She was close to begging, and the wicked grin he gave when he lifted his head and spread her thighs wide said he knew it.
The fire that had been brewing between them for the last three months via email was now an inferno as her body craved every touch from him. Desta knew what was coming next. She’d received good oral before and was poised for Maurice to bring no less passion and desire than he’d already shown her. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the jolt of delight that shot so quick and hot through her body the second his tongue touched her clit. She almost leaped up off the bed. He’d patiently placed his palm on her lower abdomen, holding her steady as his other hand parted her pussy and he licked her again.
She huffed and grabbed the comforter.
He licked her repeatedly as if she were some new flavor of ice cream, and her thighs quivered. Sucking each lip into his mouth was another sweet torture, and Desta breathed out heavily before biting down on her lower lip. It was the only way to keep from yelling out and insisting he get inside her immediately.
“You can let go, lover.” His words were hot and teasing. “Just tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll lead you there.”
In other words, beg for more. No. She wasn’t begging, at least not yet.
Her nonresponse led to an arrogant chuckle from him, and she continued to hold onto those sheets. It didn’t work, and in the next minutes she would learn just how quickly her resolve could crumble.
In quick succession, Maurice sucked her clit, thrust into her opening, then flattened his tongue over her pussy in a way designed to drive anyone on the receiving end of such delightful torment absolutely crazy. Her body buzzed with need, her breaths came in quick pants, and she was certain all the sheets had been ripped from the mattress at this point.
“Say the words,” he whispered over her damp skin. “Say it and set us both free, lover. Just say it.”
Desta was strung so tight she barely wanted to move for fear she’d spontaneously combust. Dragging her hands away from the comforter, she pushed them through her hair and tried to catch her breath. Tried to think coherently. Then he blew over her clit, a very soft, very warm, extremely erotic breath that sent her teetering over the edge.
“Now, Maurice. Now. Please, now!”
CHAPTER FOUR
MAURICE HAD NEVER stripped out of his clothes faster than he had tonight. His dick was hard, her essence was still warm and spicy on this tongue, and she was lying on that bed totally naked, like a dessert prepared especially for him.
She watched him as he stood at the end of the bed, smoothing the condom down his length. Her eyes were fixed on him, her heated gaze zeroing in on his dick, making it jump in anticipation. When did she start to look better than any pinup photo or adult-movie star he’d ever seen?
He climbed onto the bed, still watching her watch him. Her hair was down around her shoulders, brushing over her lovely golden-brown skin—skin he wanted to run his fingers and his tongue over. First, he was going to kiss that spot at her throat, right where her pulse beat as wildly as his heart was at this very moment. She spread her legs as he continued his trek toward her.
“This isn’t going to be slow.” The thought just occurred to him that this was their first time, and women often liked the first time to be slow. So they could commemorate or recall it later. He’d had no idea, but he’d recalled hearing that a time or two from someone he couldn’t remember at the moment. “I promise it’ll be good, but not slow. Not this time.”
When he was close enough, he slid his arms beneath the
