Page 114 of Veiled Flames
“I want to touch you.” I lick my lips. “I want to kiss every part of you.”
“That sounds lovely.” He steps forward. “But you dictated the terms last time. It’s my turn. This time we’ll do this howIwant. Agreed?”
I nod. I’d agree to anything Tynan asked of me at this moment.
“Lie back,” he commands.
I do as he says, lying stretched out on the bed covers. The fire Elly left has died down and my skin starts to pimple from the cool air. Not to mention his saliva drying on my breasts.
Eyes on me, he strides to the end of my bed. “Bend your legs.” His voice has turned deeper, and his instructions take the tone of the dragon masters putting us through our paces. That thought sends another thrill racing through me.
My feet slide on the quilt toward my backside.
“Spread your legs wider,” he says. “Open your knees.”
Again, I do as he says, and the cool air brushes between my legs, reminding me of the dampness still there, remnants of his sense-stealing drilling, increased by his languid fondling as we talked.Exposed and open to him like this, vulnerable to Tynan in every possible way, I feel wild, wanton, like I’ve become a new person, and I suppose that I have. In so many ways.
Coming up from the bottom, Tynan crawls over the bed toward me, and my channel squeezes, acting out of my control, as if begging him to get his rod inside me. But he stops when his head reaches my exposed cleft.
To this point, he’s been looking into my eyes, his predatory expression heightening my need for him, but his gaze now drops to focus between my legs, as if trying to memorize the look of me there.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” His breath is hot as it brushes my damp and sensitive folds. “I’m going to drink you. I’m going todevouryou. I’m going to give you pleasure beyond compare.”
I like these threats far better than any he’s delivered in the past. My teeth come out to scrape my lower lip, and then I lick them, preparing for his kiss.
But instead of continuing up to my face, he parts my cleft folds and kisses me there.
My body tenses. My pelvis snaps up. Undeterred, he shifts his position, hooking his arms around my thighs to hold them tightly in place against his mouth. I try to move my hips, but his strong arms immobilize me as he firmly traces his tongue through my folds.
Crying out, I sit and thread my hands into his hair. “What are you doing?”
He lifts his head from my dampness. “Lie back,” he says sternly. “Fold your arms behind your head and let me do this withoutinterruption.” His gaze softens. “We agreed. We’re doing itmyway this time?”
His voice rises asking for confirmation, and so I nod and do as I’m told, lying back and folding my arms to tuck my hands behind my head so I’m less tempted to use them.
His mouth returns where it was, and his tongue flicks the sensitive nub where both his and Saxon’s fingers have delivered such pleasure.
His tongue feels even better than a finger—so wet, so soft and firm all at once—and I moan and squirm, as he changes the pressure and techniques of his approach. At times, his tongue’s flat surface strokes me, and at others he forms it into a sharp point to circle the perimeter of my button or to flick right over its top. It all feels so good, and he switches his tactics so many times it’s all I can do to keep my body down on the bed.
Then he latches his mouth around my button and sucks on it—hard.
Crying out, I arch up, certain no point between my toes and the crown of my head is touching the mattress. In fact, if Tynan’s arms weren’t holding me in place, I’d be up on the ceiling. Every muscle in my body is clenching, trying to figure out what I’m feeling. Trying to process the idea of having his mouth between my legs. Trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do.
When my spine drops back down, he strokes my belly with one hand and lifts his mouth from me for a moment. “Relax, my sweet Rose. Don’t think. Don’t do anything. Just let me taste you. Let me discover what your body most craves.”
His lips return to my sex, and he softly sucks my button while flicking it with the point of his tongue. Without warning, mybody explodes. Stars burst beneath my eyelids and blast out through my body. My channel rapidly contracts, even though there’s nothing inside it, and my body thrashes in reaction to the multitude of explosions.
Every time I’m certain my pleasure is subsiding, his lips suck, or his tongue flicks, and my contractions start up anew. My body is shaking now; every muscle spent from exertion. This isn’t my first time reaching a sexual climax, but it might be my favorite to date.
Mercifully, his tongue and lips give me a break.
“I forgot about this.” He tugs on the trainer inside me. “Shall I remove it?”
“Oh. I?—”
He twists it, and I realize he wasn’t asking. Not asking me, anyway. Although if I answer, I’m sure he’d consider my opinion. But I’m barely capable of thought right now and have no idea what I want anymore. Not much more than an hour ago, I never imagined such an object would go inside that part of me, or that a man’s lips and tongue could feel so good between my legs. And now I know how it feels to have both at the same time.
Tynan said he planned to discover what my body craves, and right now I trust his judgement on that front, far more than my own.
