Page 15 of The Duke's Christmas Scandal
“On me. On my—er, quim.”
Ian grinned with satisfaction. “Very good, Tavi.”
He bent his head and went to work.
CHAPTER7
OCTAVIA
Tavi fisted the sheet with one hand and clutched Ian’s hair like it was the only thing anchoring her with the other.
He licked a long stroke up her center, circled the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nub at her core, and flicked it with steadily increasing pressure while curling his fingers to hitexactly—that—spot…
Her thighs and back tensed all at once as the first wave ripped through her body, bringing her off the bed to witness the obscene view of Ian’s head between her legs and his knowing blue eyes looking right at her.
An unladylike wail clawed its way out of her throat. Tavi gasped, suspended in a paroxysm of pleasure that wouldn’t stop. Breathless. He didn’t stop. He kept going until she collapsed onto the pillow, panting.
Ian crawled up to join her with a smug look on his face.
“Don’t you look satisfied,” he said, kissing her. There was a hint of herself on his lips, but Tavi didn’t mind. She rather liked it.
“You don’t,” she said, though he did, in the way of a man who knew he’d done his job thoroughly and well. His cock twitched insistently against her belly. Needy. Demanding. Ian pulled her on top of him and kissed her tenderly.
“We only take this as far as you want to go,” he reminded her.
Tavi edged her way down his body, exploring him the way he’d done with her. She kept having to pause and tuck her long hair behind her ears. Ian gathered it in his big hands and held it aside, a courtesy she found unexpectedly arousing.
She paused to admire the breadth of his shoulders and the planes of muscle on his chest. Below that were his ribs, which proved to be ticklish when she found the right spot. He tensed.
“Quit poking me,” he grumbled, covering his flanks. Contritely, Tavi moved on. She traced her way down his defined abdomen. His fabric-covered cock kicked when she settled her breasts over it, the better to examine his stomach.
“I can take these off,” she said, propping her chin on her hand and toying with the knotted drawstring. The ruddy head poked between white linen and his skin. Tavi traced the pad of her thumb in a circle over the weeping slit.
“Careful, Tavi.”
“Only to do what you did for me. If you’d like that.”
He covered his face with both hands and groaned.
“Take them off.”
She took her time obeying. With slow, delicate movements, such as one might use when approaching a frightened animal, she untied the string and edged the fabric down until his cock sprang jauntily free.
I’ve certainly set myself up for a challenge, haven’t I?
Her mouth watered. With a quick glance at Ian, she took his shaft in hand, squeezing lightly. Testing. Those muscles on his stomach contracted distractingly. There was nothing soft about this man. Even his teasing humor held a sharp edge.
Tavi touched her tongue to the rude, round tip and watched him react. His eyes half-closed, yet more intense than ever before. She shivered. Not from the cold.
He gathered her hair loosely and held it aside, like drawing the curtain of a performance he couldn’t tear his gaze from.
She applied herself as best she knew how, having only done this on one other occasion. She hadn’t enjoyed the experience then, but this was different. They were strangers. Nothing to one another. Tavi didn’t have to worry that one disappointment would stain their relationship forever.
Freeing, in a way. This could go horribly sideways and she’d only have to face the embarrassment of one awkward morning.
She therefore took him so far into her mouth that she thought she’d choke. Her jaw ached as she met each thrust of his hips. Wet sounds that should disgust her, but didn’t, echoed in her ears. She kept her attention focused on his stomach. The ripple of muscles was her barometer of how much he was enjoying this. That, and his groans, a low counterpoint to the sucking noises she was making.
Experimentally, she squeezed the orbs at the base of his cock. He shuddered, so she did it again, pleased with his reaction. It was different from when she’d poked him in the ribs. That had been a moment of humor to break the tension. Touching him this intimately heightened it.
