Page 130 of The Contract

My thumb joins in, pressing just the right amount of pressure, coaxing more slickness from her, mixing her arousal with the lingering chocolate and caramel.

I want her messy. Want her undone for me.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my hands sliding down to grip the backs of her thighs.

Then I lower myself, sitting on the piano bench, shifting one of her legs over my shoulder.

She doesn’t move or push me away.

She just watches, breathless, waiting.

I run my lips up the inside of her thigh, my stubble dragging against her sensitive skin, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

The second my mouth gets close, I groan, my eyes rolling shut for half a second.

She’s so fucking sweet.

Better than any dessert. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.

I press my tongue flat against her, licking a slow, firm strip up her pussy, gathering every last trace of chocolate, caramel, and her own addictive flavor.

The sound that leaves her—half gasp, half whimper—drives me insane.

I repeat the motion, savoring the way she squirms, the way she clenches her fingers into the piano’s glossy surface, her knuckles white.

Then I close my lips around her clit, sucking gently before flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud.

She cries out, her hips bucking, chasing the sensation, needing more.

“Jesus, baby, you taste so fucking good.”

I tighten my grip on her thighs, holding her in place as I feast on her, taking my time, unraveling her piece by piece.

My tongue explores every inch of her, alternating between deep, slow licks and rapid, teasing flicks.

She’s drenched, her arousal slick against my lips, and I want more of it.

I want all of it.

I slip one finger inside her, groaning at how tight and warm she is.

Her walls clamp down around me, her body begging for more, and I oblige, adding another finger, curling them upward as I continue working her clit with my tongue.

Her back arches off the piano, her thighs trembling around my head.

She’s close.

I can feel it.

“Damien—”

My name on her lips is pure sin—breathless and broken.

“Keep going.”

I double down, my pace relentless, my fingers pressing against that spot inside her that makes her body seize.

She gasps, her head thrown back, her body shaking as the orgasm crashes over her.

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