Page 131 of House of Crimson Hearts
“Too quick?”
I shake my head.
“Too slow?” she frowns.
“No. That…” I point at her dress and as the realisation dawns on her, she bursts out laughing and slaps my thigh. “Oh, you’re terrible, you frightened me.”
She hoists the dress up and over her head and lets it fall to the bedding.
“Oh, my gosh, you are… exquisite,” I say as I take in her curves. The bulge of her breasts, the neat slit between her legs. My mouth waters and suddenly I’m not sure I’m happy for her to be the only one having everything.
“I…” I start.
“Yes?” she says, raising an eyebrow at me, a mischievous little glint in her water-blue eyes.
“I think I should like to kiss you right there.”
“Oh, you will,” she says. “But me first.” And with that she pushes me back to the bedding and pulls my knickers off, flinging them out of the pavilion so that I can’t change my mind.
She draws herself level with my mouth and lays her body on mine. Her hand cups my jaw as she tilts my chin up to kiss me, her other hand sliding between my legs and finding that precious space between.
“I’m going to touch you now,” she says, and I nod into her kiss as she slides her tongue over mine and her hand nudges my thigh.
My legs fall apart then, and she presses her palm to my core. I draw a quick breath in. The shock of someone touching my most intimate place for the first time is enough to take my air. But then I settle as she draws the flat of her hand over my mound and down, and the pressure she applies is simply divine.
My hips seem to move on their own, tipping and rocking. And then her finger parts me and slides up and down, over my apex, which tingles and makes my whole body twitch every time she touches me.
My heart races inside my chest, my breathing increases. Her finger is wet, I can sense the slick as she slides faster between my legs. She grips my apex between her fingers, giving it a light squeeze which drags a deep carnal moan from my throat that is so unexpected I break off our kiss and clap my hand to my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Never apologise for the sounds you make when receiving pleasure. It is most delightful for me to hear.”
“It is?” I frown.
She grins at me. “Give me your hand.”
I do, and she pushes my fingers between her legs to discover the same slick substance coats her entire core.
“Your moans did that.”
I bring my hand back up and find my fingers edging toward my mouth. She smiles and nods that it’s okay. I slip my fingers into my mouth and the taste makes my eyes roll back.
“Fuck,” I say and then blush at the curse that slipped from my lips.
“You can have it all, but first, I’m going to make you see stars.”
She shuffles down the bedding, stopping briefly to suck my nipple between her teeth and flick her tongue until it hardens, and then she slides between my legs and there’s no more talking.
She draws her tongue down my wetness, sweeping it up and down my core until she finds a spot she’s happy with and focuses there. I twitch and moan as she works at my nub.
I can scarcely breathe for the panting she’s drawing out of me. My back leaves the floor, arching as I cry out. But still, she’s relentless. She slides a finger inside me, and it hurts.
I wince, and hiss, the pleasure evaporating momentarily.
“You’re untouched?” she says.
“Not anymore.” I laugh.
