Page 15 of Painted in Love

He’d never felt this needy for a woman. Not that he’d ever been an insert-tab-A-into-slot-B kind of guy. But he’d never felt like this, entranced by the fragrance of her skin, the sweetness of her in his mouth, the silky feel of her against him. He’d always striven to leave a woman satisfied. But this was more. This was wanting to taste every inch of her, to mark her indelibly, to be able to wake up at night and hear her moans in his ears.

Sliding a hand down her body, he traced her quivering skin until he dipped between her legs. She was so wet. He could take her now, and she would want it. But he needed to make her come over and over before he took his pleasure.

He played her lightly, felt her squirm beneath him, and relished her one word. “Please.”

He played, slowly stoking her fire. She moaned and arched, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth as her body dragged his fingers deeper too. With his stroke across her G-spot, she quaked against him, but he was out again, caressing that sweet, hot button between her legs.

Until finally he crawled down her abdomen, kiss after kiss, taste after taste, lick after lick. Then he lay between her spread legs, her body open and begging for him.

She cried out the moment he put his mouth to her. He sucked, swirled, made her writhe, and slipped one finger, then two, inside her. She shimmied and rolled, tossing her head on the pillow, her hair flying across her face.

That was what he wanted. To make her forget everything but this.

Licking, stroking, circling, he felt her body heating around him. She raised her legs to lock them low across his back, holding him close as she rocked into him.

Little pants puffed from her lips, and her legs tightened around him, her muscles quivering. Then her body clamped hard around his fingers, and she cried out, thrashing beneath him, her climax rolling through her and into him.

This was how she’d felt around him, dragging him in, squeezing him hard. If he’d been inside her now, he would have come right along with her. His instinct was to rear up and slam into her. But not yet. She had to come a few more times.

She had to come screaming his name.

Saskia collapsed on the bed, her body still firing with little explosions. Now that she’d never experienced before. And Clay wasn’t done yet, she could tell. He lapped at her lightly, keeping her needy and close to the edge. Her body wanted to come again. Her lips wanted to beg. But her mind needed to collect itself.

She touched his thick, silky hair. “Come here.”

He crawled up her body like a predator. Clapping her hands to his cheeks, she pulled him down for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips, his rock hardness probing between her legs.

She whispered, “Wow,” against his mouth.

“Good?”

He didn’t need affirmation. He damn well knew he was good. Maybe he wanted to hear her beg for more. She would, but for something else she wanted just as badly.

“Very good,” she told him. Then, pushing his shoulder, she rolled him to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his legs. “Now I want this.”

She wrapped her hand around him, stroked him. He was thick, hard, ready. Spreading his legs with her knees between them, she curled over him, licking him like a lollipop.

He growled. “I need to make you come several more times before you do anything to me.”

She didn’t say a word, just took the very tip in her mouth, sucked hard, circled him with her tongue. Then backed off to say, “I’ll stop just before you come.”

He half groaned, half laughed. “You really are going to drive me crazy.”

She smiled. Like a succubus. “Maybe just drive you.” Then she dipped over him once more, taking just the tip, driving him insane with her whirling tongue.

His groan told her how much he liked it.

Her fingers around his shaft, she pumped him gently as she worshipped his crown. Reaching between his legs, she squeezed him. His body arched off the bed, his words a garbled groan. “Christ. Please. Don’t make me come yet.”

His legs tightened around her, and he rocked in time with her movements. Then she took her hand away, slid all the way down, taking all of him, and he gasped for breath. Again, then again, until he throbbed in her mouth. Only then did she back off. “Are you ready to come?”

He laughed, the sound strangled in his throat. “You do know how to tease a man.”

“It’s only a tease if I don’t intend to follow through.”

He leveled a look on her. “Do you?”

She smiled, its wickedness filling her. “Oh yeah.”

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