Page 28 of Her Every Fantasy

Hell, no. My scrambled brain was already turning to soup and she hadn’t even lowered my zip yet. The sound of her doing just that ripped the breath from my lungs.

Pitching forward, I rested my forehead on the cool glass, hoping to gain a little control. No chance. My normally revered view of the botanic and hanging gardensby night paled in favour of the more enthralling view of Savvie tugging down my trousers and gasping softly as she took my dick in her hand.

She was rapt with her ministrations, but I was rapt with her. The way she looked as she stroked me guaranteed to turn me into a blathering fool in under a minute. But before that happened I had time to accommodate a few things. Firstly, that, despite my having seen her naked twice before, this was the first time she was getting intimate with my cock.

Secondly,dear God, where had she learned to do that?

That bite of jealousy from earlier resurged. I pushed it down in time to hear her sigh. To watch her swallow. To see her gorgeous eyes lift from my cock to meet mine. Her sultry arousal weakened my knees, forcing a groan up my chest.

‘Bryce...’

God, the way she breathed my name. Was she even aware she sounded like that?

‘What is it, rosebud?’ I asked, my throat thick with lust.

Her gaze dropped for an instant but I felt the heat of her stare all the way to my scalp. ‘You feel amazing.’

I squeezed my eyes shut just as she squeezed my tip, drawing out that bead of liquid before running her thumb lightly over it. ‘Fuck, rosebud. You’re going to make me come before you get that mouth on me, aren’t you?’

My tortured question elicited a smug little smile I swore to pay back the second I got the chance. For now I was literally and figuratively in her hands. And I was going to disgrace myself if she didn’t get on with it.

‘Open that mouth, please. I want in.’

With a delicate little inhale, she settled back against the glass wall, pulled me close, and wrapped her glorious lips around me.

My groan burst free. The sensation of her surrounding me, suckling me, was like that first dive off a sheer cliff face, that moment of exhilaration when every nerve ending was doused in adrenaline. Every thought dissolved save for the sight, sound and touch of Savannah drawing me deeper into her mouth, her wicked talented tongue flicking and swirling, tasting and swallowing from the heady combination of her hands and mouth.

I wasn’t going to last.

That firm certainty tumbled from my lips in raw admission. She withdrew her gorgeous lips long enough to breathe, ‘I don’t care. Just enjoy the view,’ before redoubling her efforts to chop me off at the knees.

A laugh barked from me. ‘Can I touch you?’ I begged.

She didn’t answer for a handful of seconds. When she eventually gave a, ‘Hmm,’ I tangled one hand in her glorious hair. Fisted a handful and thrust urgently a half-dozen times before a primitive growl announced my blinding explosion.

Time and the billion-dollar view outside ceased to exist as I drowned in delirium. But I was aware of her softening touches, the sexy little sounds she made as if I were the one pleasuring her, not the other way round.

I breathed deep, wondering if my months-long sexual drought was what was heightening this experience, only to dismiss it.

Our history was why this climax held an extra edginess. I’d not only experienced a mind-bending orgasm but had ticked off an essential box on some important document that held life’s secrets.

Or you’re going stark raving bonkers.

I pried my eyes open to find my hand still entangled in her hair, my forehead braced on the glass and my breathing as erratic as a leaf in a hurricane.

With another smug smile, she tucked me in, zipped me up and, still on her knees, rested her hands on my thighs. Bloody hell, that supplicant stance, while satisfyingly contrary to her true nature, threatened to get me hard all over again.

But even if she’d have allowed me, the plan wasn’t to fuck her here tonight, no matter how much my eager libido was all for it.

We needed a few guidelines set in stone before that happened. What had happened here only proved that the chemistry was much stronger than anticipated. I needed a little time to regroup.

I redirected my gaze to her face, brushed her swollen lower lip with my thumb. ‘That was incredible, rosebud,’ I managed.

Her smile widened, a blush darkening her cheeks. ‘Thank you.’

I took a step back and finished adjusting my clothes, a little gratified when I caught a flash of disappointment on her face. That little balancing of the control scales made me hold out my hand and help her to her feet. Unfortunately, it brought that sinful mouth far too close to mine, reminded me that there was still another heady box to be ticked in our destination-undetermined journey.

‘What are your plans for tomorrow? I have a meeting with my architects in the morning but I can meet at some point for dinner?’

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