Page 51 of Ardently Yours

“Holy . . .why is this so hot?”she whispers.

I chuckle, then slap her ass hard enough to make her flesh compress, then bounce back with a satisfying jiggle. Not hard enough to bruise.

“Oh, God,” she says.

I rub in the sting and check to be sure we’re on the same page. “Tell me how that felt, sweetheart.”

“It made me feel warm and . . . needy.”

“Here?” I slide two fingers along her slick seam, and she pants.

“Yes.” She moves against my hand, attempting to give herself more pressure.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, sir.”

I withdraw my fingers. “Last two. Be brave,” I tease.

Charlotte shivers and sways her pretty behind.

I slap down on her right cheek, then immediately swat the left. She gasps, then giggles.

When I press a kiss to one soft globe, then the other, she makes an incoherent sound of arousal.

At the sound of my zipper lowering, Charlotte stops moving entirely. She doesn’t appear to breathe as she waits for what comes next. It’s not a reaction that’s going to work for either of us.

Squeezing the base of my cock to get it under control, I rise over her to press a kiss to her temple. “Are you still with me?”

“I’m with you, but I’m nervous,” she says.

I need her relaxed and eager. I have no intention of doing a single thing to make her fear me.

I straighten, then retake my seat behind her, exposing all her soft, private places to my avid attention once more. Her breaths leave her body in shuddering pants, and slippery arousal trickles down her inner thigh.

This is the first time I’ll taste Charlotte Miller’s honey. It’s the first time I’ll feel her clit swell and twitch against my tongue. I’m not rushing through it to get to the end.

“I’m going to bury my face in this pussy and lick you until you come, but I’ll start slowly. This first taste is sacred.” I press a sucking kiss to the little bundle of nerves at her center. Careful, but not too gentle.

She makes a sound of pure pleasure, and her torso collapses entirely onto the desk.

“Fucking delicious,” I growl, and she shudders.

I’ve never touched her like this before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how she likes it. I bought my own model of the vibrator I sent her, just so I could hold it and learn what “medium-high” meant.

My girl likes stronger intensity. Feather-light touches would leave her frustrated. So I give her what she needs. Over and over, driving her up, watching her signals to see what makes her crazy. My own need is a constant ache, but I don’t even consider giving in to it until I’ve taken care of Charlotte.

When she slaps at the wooden surface beneath her and cries out, I give her more, reaching around to swirl my fingers over her clit. Her pussy squeezes and welcomes my tongue as I eat her and fuck her with it.

“Arden,” she says. “Arden.”

I lift my head, my lips moving against her ass cheek. “What do you need? Tell me.”

“You,” she wails.

“You have my tongue and fingers. What more could youpossiblywant?” I need her so ready for me that she’s forgotten about everything but wanting my cock.

The sound she makes is half laugh and half sob. “You jerk.”

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