“Hmm, maybe I’m the one who deserves the spanking then.”
“Something tells me you’d enjoy it too much.” His smoky chuckle an additional torment to her quivering nerve endings, Jerrick slipped his hands underneath her and deftly loosened the dress’s upper ties before rucking the top down. He stared at her breasts for a long moment, the heat in his eyes blistering in its intensity. “I was right. Your nipples are the same gorgeous blush as your cheeks.” His groan leaking free, he brushed his lips over the puckered peak before sucking it into the luscious heat of his mouth.
She shivered and moaned, the feel of his tongue working her an indescribable ecstasy. “You’ve wondered about the color of my nipples?”
“Amongst other parts of you.”
Well damn. If she’d known that, she would have set about appeasing his curiosity ages ago.
Each wet whorl of his tongue set off a chain reaction in her body. The sensation tingled through her nipples, zipped through her belly and spread liquid fire down to her core. Her clit ached and throbbed, desperate for friction.
As if he’d read her body like a manual, Jerrick aligned his hips with hers and rocked against her hot, needy center. Every rasp, drag and grind of his hardness into her softer flesh sprang a gasp from her, but her wanton noises only seemed to spur him on, triggering a wild, ravenous side of him that thrilled her.
Here was the Jerrick who invaded her dark and decadent nighttime fantasies. The primal lover capable of conquering her body with the simplest touch.
He reclaimed her mouth, his teeth scraping over her bottom lip. “Avi, gods, what you do to me.” He tunneled his fingers through her hair and sucked on her tongue, his devouring kisses pushing her to the edge of reason. She dangled on the precipice, no safety net in sight.
But did she want to be saved from this encompassing pleasure?
No freakin’ way.
Clamping her hands on that firm, gorgeous ass of his, she squeezed and tugged him closer. Rolling her hips, she met him stroke for stroke and reveled in the husky groan that vibrated through his chest. He pinned her beneath his weight and trailed hot kisses along the slope of her neck. Coasting lower, he pushed the dress’s bust completely free of her breasts and worshipped her nipples again, his tongue an unrelenting supplier of toe-curling ecstasy.
She squirmed and panted, earning his devilish grin.
“Sensitive indeed. Shall we explore those other erogenous zones now?”
If he didn’t, she’d damn well clobber him upside the head. She told him as much, and he graced her with another of those low, smoky chuckles that drove her crazy before sliding down her body, taking her dress with him. He tossed the garment aside, his playful nip to her abdomen a sinful prelude to his tongue rimming her bellybutton.
She wiggled, frantic murmurs fighting their way past her lips. “Jer, please.”
His gaze burned with an inner fire. “You beg so prettily. I could grow addicted to it.”
“Could you grow addicted to it after you put your mouth on me?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “But I’ve had my mouth all over you.”
“It hasn’t been everywhere.”
His eyes sparkled. “Did you have a particular destination in mind?”
“You damn well know I do, you son of a bitch.”
“I do adore your flowery endearments for me.”
“Then you should hear the doozies I’m currently assembling.”
His finger flirted with the lace edging on her panties. “Where do you want my mouth next, Avi? Your wish is my command. You only have to give voice to it.”
“B-between my legs.”
“You can do better than that.”
Her chest hitched with an uneven breath. “Good girls don’t resort to coarse terms.”
“But is it coarse? I happen to think it’s a perfectly delightful word for such a beautiful part of your body.”
“Pussy is not a delightful word, Jer!”
The subtle shaking of his shoulders was her first clue to his nefarious deed. She’d played right into his hands, the rotten rat bastard.
“See, was that so terrible?”
“Not nearly as much as you are.” She attempted to knee him in the side of his head, but he grabbed her thigh and held her down. When she tried the maneuver with her other knee, he imprisoned that leg too and nuzzled her lace-covered mound, the unabashed pleasure on his face contributing to her lightheadedness. The sensation intensified a thousandfold when he pulled aside the crotch of her panties and slowly licked her from the base of her slit all the way to the top. Before she could recover from that mind-blowing action, he coaxed the protective hood of her clit back with his thumb and caressed the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Lap. Swirl. Suck. He kept his gaze pinned to hers the entire time his mouth had its wicked way with her, the smokiness in his irises punching straight through her equilibrium.
A breathless moan snared in her throat, and she strained against his unyielding hold. “Jer.”
“I want you to scream my name when you come this first time.”
“And the second time?” she couldn’t resist egging.
“You bloody well won’t have any oxygen left for that round.”
Undoubtedly right, the braggart. He reinforced his deserved arrogance by latching firmly on to her clit and tormenting it with a series of lazy, sucking pulses that made her hips jerk. His tongue was soft, wet, and oh-so-unbelievably fantastic, she almost couldn’t stand it. Her muscles pulled tight, her limbs trembling. Being completely at his mercy, helpless to move under his strong grip, only added a sinful thrill to everything. Then there was the sight of his head bobbing between her legs, his whiskered jaw tickling the insides of her thighs…
It was all too much.
The orgasm ripped into her, frying through her nerves. She gripped his broad, muscled shoulders, her back bowing off the bed, his name a keening wail as her body shook uncontrollably and her eyes rolled back in her head. He continued lapping at her, his diligent, demanding tongue intensifying everything. Colors and radiant sparkles shimmered in her vision. Not fae sex magic, but the byproduct of his glorious devotion to her pleasure and the love set to burst from her heart.
It was intense. Scary and exhilarating. She never wanted it to end, even while she feared there’d be no pieces of herself left to put back together once it was over.
Jerrick continued to stroke her through the warm glow of aftershocks, and she murmured in contented bliss, her pulse slowly leveling to normal. The pad of his finger ghosted from her clit, trailed along the wetness of her labia before breaching her slick entrance. She instinctively winced at the invasion.
A low hiss escaped Jerrick. “So bloody tight.” He thrust deeper—as far as her hymen would let him—and he froze, every muscle in his body tensing. With excruciating slowness, he lifted his gaze to hers. “For the love of gods, please tell me you’re not still a virgin.”
She looked into his agonized eyes and knew without a shadow of a doubt that history was about to repeat itself. And once again, her damn virginity was to blame.
“When the hell were you planning to tell me? After I divested you of it?” A jackhammer sledging away at his temples, Jerrick jerked to a sitting position and ran a shaky hand down his face. Avi’s intoxicating essence clung to his skin and flavored his tongue, a wicked opponent to his frayed restraint.
Dear gods. He’d come dangerously close to sinking himself inside her. If it’d been his cock instead of his finger, they’d be bound to each other right now. What a fucking nightmare that would have been. Particularly for her.