Page 70 of Chandelier Sin
This, the definition of insanity.
I was focused solely on the woman standing before me, her thighs widening for me, her long legs toned and her perfect triangle of pubic hair inviting.
Again, I captured her clit with my mouth and tongued her at a punishing pace, needing her to come as much as she obviously needed it.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
I peered up at her. “Can’t what?”
“I don’t get off like that.”
“With oral?”
“No, with sex.”
A million thoughts flew through my mind as I tried to piece together an explanation for a woman who hosted exotic parties not enjoying sex.
I grimaced at her confession. “Want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “It feels good.”
My ego was screaming that I could get her there.
But the risk of being discovered loomed like a monster in the deep, threatening to capture and drag me into Hell.
If Eve could give me the minutes it took, I could make her delirious with blinding pleasure.
She shook her head to make her point, and yet reached down to grab my hair, keeping me down here. She needed my kiss, needed to be worshipped like this.
Reaching for her wrists, I pulled them together behind her back to capture her arms, dominating her, forcing her to straighten her back as she surrendered to my bold control.
I kissed her outer labia to tease her, relax her, and then resumed my frenzied feast upon her clit, feeling it enlarge, hearing her soft moans.
My thoughts swirled, recalling her admission. How could a creature this stunning not be able to climax?
“Atticus, he’ll come back.”
I glared up at her. “I’m not stopping until you come.”
Holding on to my promise, I refused to let her wrists go until she orgasmed.
“Not possible,” she said breathlessly, even as her body trembled against me. “I wish…I wish it was.”
Still kneeling, I continued to adore her clit, giving this woman my full attention, wanting to understand her, unravel her secrets.
Ignoring my instinct for survival, I let go of her wrists and eased two fingers inside her and gently pumped, her channel clenching around my thrusts.
I paused for a beat as a flood of emotion swept over me. I felt her cervix round and soft, showing her response.
“Don’t stop,” she said, letting out a moan.
I resumed the finger fucking as I lavished affection with my tongue.
Her thighs began shaking.
Adrenaline spiked through my veins, urging me to continueexploring her, taking my time, savoring each lick, each kiss. Inhaling her scent filled my senses and stirred my heart.
Welcoming the taste that lingered on my tongue like the rarest fruit, I strummed her clit, playing and flicking, insisting she find her release with every sensual nuance I delivered with perfection.
