Page 70 of A Rogue's Rules for Seduction
“Wait,” she panted.
He stopped immediately.
“I want to do the same for you,” she said, sitting up and reaching for one of the towels.
His jaw tightened and arousal flashed in his eyes. “Whatever the lioness desires, she gets.”
She dipped her towel into the water. Cross-legged, they faced each other, and he held himself still as she softly rubbed the damp fabric across his shoulders, down his arms, along the broad planes of his pectorals, and then lower, over the corrugations of his taut abdomen. By the time she reached his cock, it was upright and thick.
He hissed, his eyes closing and his head tipping back, when she rewet the towel and wrapped it around his length before pumping him.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he growled. “Christ above.”
“Always such profane language from you whenever your cock gets involved,” she tutted, though she smiled at the fact that she could make him feel such pleasure.
“I ain’t no saint when it comes to havin’ youtouch my cock,” he said, guttural. “I’ll fuckin’ level a city to feel you around me.”
Heat spread through her at his words, her quim growing slick to hear how much he desired her, how much she affected him. It was a wonderful, beautiful power, to holdthisman in her thrall, and it surged along her body with far more potency than the storm rampaging outside.
An urge seized her, so outrageous, so deliciously wicked, she lost her breath. And she knew with absolute certainty that Dom wouldn’t deny her. Hell—he’dencourageher.
“If a mere towel on your cock can make you so blasphemous,” she said, attempting to sound breezy and sophisticated but instead almost gasping with eagerness, “what would you say to my mouth?”
The curses he’d uttered before were as mild as a nursery ballad compared to the string of pure profanity that streamed from his lips.
“I take it that’s ayes,” she said wryly.
He stretched out his legs and widened them, giving her unfettered access to his now rampant erection. “That’s ayes.”
“I’ve...” She cleared her throat as she eyed his cock. “Never done anything like this before. I may be terrible at it.”
“If it’syourmouth on my cock,” he growled, “it’s going to be perfect.”
She set aside the towel, and, after taking abreath, bent down so that her lips hovered above the head of his cock. Even the feel of her exhalation on him made his shaft twitch, and that sense of power surged again. She could command him to do anything for her,toher, and he’d obey. Yet she wouldn’t betray his trust.
Tentatively, she licked the smooth crown.
“Ah, fuck me,” he snarled.
“Not yet.” She gave him another lick, swirling around the head, tasting a hint of salt on her tongue that came from the bead of moisture seeping from the slit. “Let me enjoy this first.”
More swearing poured from him as she grew bolder, taking the whole crown into her mouth. It was nearly as large as a plum, and she sucked on him eagerly. Yet when she tried to take him deeper, he was so vastly proportioned, she could only manage a few inches.
She made a noise of frustration, wanting to completely swallow him.
“Use your hand for the rest,” he rasped. When she did, wrapping her fingers around his substantial girth, he grunted. “Good girl.”
Any teasing she might have done about him calling hergood girlagain when she was clearlynotbeing good was lost as she devoted herself to this crude and beautiful act. And the truth of it was,shewas the one in control. He’d made himself utterly vulnerable to her, completely at her mercy. Having his shaft between her lips as he sweated andgroaned, ensnared by the pleasureshegave him, roused her own desire. Between her legs, she was slick and aching, desperate for sensation.
Yet when her hand snaked down her belly so she might find some relief, he managed to catch her wrist.
“Let me see to that,” he insisted darkly.
“But I don’t want to stop sucking you,” she protested.
He smiled mirthlessly. “I don’t want that, either.”
In a flurry of sweat-glossed limbs and soft instructions, he arranged their bodies so that he lay upon his back and she... she could scarce believe it... she straddled him, except her hips hovered above his lips... and she faced the other direction. She was aligned perfectly so that she could take his cock in her mouth, while he could—
