Page 33 of Hell to Pay

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“No, thankyou,” I said with a laugh, easing her shorts off along with her underwear.

She grabbed my wrist. “No really, Jude. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For asking,” she said. “For… letting me know I’m in control.”

“You can say no. To anything. Always and forever.”

She met my gaze. “I’m not going to say no.”

“I don’t mind saying, I’m really fucking glad to hear it.” I stood to kick off my sweats, watched her eyes travel the length of my body, her gaze lingering on my cock.

We’d been naked together before, but this was the first time we were alone.

The first time it belonged only to us. The first time she belonged only to me.

I took a minute to look at her, to drink in her skin glowing in the light of the fire, her hair looking like spun gold on the throw pillow at the end of the couch.

Her lips were parted, nipples pale pink and hard, like little buds on the sensual fullness of her tits. Her waist tapered over plush hips that begged for my hands and the hair covering her pussy was so fair it was barely visible in the faint light of the room.

One of her legs was bent, offering me a glimpse of the nirvana between her thighs, and her thighs and calves were shapely and strong.

“You’re still staring,” she said.

“I can’t decide whether I want to look at you or fuck you more.”

“I’m not going to lie. I’m kind of hoping it’s number two.”

“What the lady wants, the lady gets.” I stretched out over her on the sofa and smoothed the hair back from her forehead and looked down at her. “You’ll have to get used to me staring. I can’t help myself.”

“I’d rather you kiss me,” she said.

I wasn’t about to resist that request. I captured her mouth in mine and felt her legs open as our tongues sparred. The heat of her body was like a warm sun on my skin and I stroked her hair as I explored her mouth, then trailed kisses along her jawbone, down her throat, over the rise of her collarbone.

She kept her nails short, but my dick still got harder when she dug her fingers into my back, arching as I took one of her nipples in my mouth.

I sucked, tonguing the peak as I palmed her other tit, taking cues from her body: the way she gasped when I sucked harder, the way she threaded her fingers in my hair and pulled when I pulled back to flick my tongue against the wet little bud.

Her thighs were warm on my cock, an invitation I didn’t want to decline. It took restraint not to push inside her, but I finally had her alone and I wasn’t about to hurry things along.

I knelt between her thighs and pushed them open wider so I could really look at her pussy. I’d been dreaming about it since I’d eaten her out in the sauna with Nolan, and I stroked my thumb through her damp folds, then stuck it in my mouth.

She watched as I sucked her juices off my thumb, and the sweet saltiness of her desire combined with her heated gaze sent more heat to my dick.

“You taste like heaven.” I lowered my face between her thighs. “And I’m ready to feast.”

I ran my tongue through the petals of her pussy, slipping it inside her slit, tasting more of her on my tongue. Then I sucked her hard swollen clit into my mouth and slipped my fingers inside her.

Her gasp was followed by a moan. Her hips came up off the sofa as I lapped and licked. I was hungry not just for the taste of her, but for her pleasure. I wanted to feel her come undone under my tongue, wanted her to fall apart under my mouth.

I drove my fingers deeper inside her while I worked her clit and she threaded her fingers into my hair, holding my head in place, making it clear I was exactly where she wanted me.

Which was A-fucking-OK with me. I could have licked her pussy forever if my dick hadn’t been about to explode.

I could tell she was about to come when her breath came in little gasps, the rhythm of her hips matching the rhythm of my tongue.

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