Page 96 of Wicked Dove
“Rion,” I breathe, and he grins, peering up at me through his lashes.
“Get back on the bed, Petal.”
My heart thunders in my chest, uncertainty warring inside of me, but it’s futile. I step out of his hold to climb back on the bed, not requiring any more encouragement. Only this time, I nestle myself in the center, my head snuggled between the pillows and my legs bent at the knees.
He slowly crawls toward me, eliminating the space between us until he’s nestled between my thighs. His nose ghosts over my core as breathes me in. I’m still in an oversized tee and panties from last night, and as he moves, he inches the t-shirt up until the slight chill in the air ghosts over my exposed breasts.
His head is next to follow as he continues to trace over my skin, all the way from my core, around my belly button, between the valley of my breasts, and up the curve of my neck.
My back arches up off the bed as he goes, desperately seeking more as he brushes over my cheek. The desire to kiss him is real, but I refrain, remembering his warning.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he whispers, and I snap my gaze to his.
Before I can even ask what look he’s referring to, he’s on his way back down again, inhaling my scent with every deep breath he takes, making my skin prickle. This time, when he reaches my pussy again, he swirls the tip of his nose around my clit as he peppers the lightest kisses against my panties.
My thighs clench around his face, and I remember the last time he brought me pleasure, but the reminder makes me pause.
He rakes his teeth over my panties, but before he can slip a finger beneath the fabric, I place my hand on his shoulder.
“Rion,” I rasp, tingling with pleasure. “Last time was about me, but this time I want to taste you,” I whisper, and he blinks up at me in confusion.
“Taste me?” he mutters, knitting his brows together.
“What’s that look about?” I ask, a knot forming in my chest, but he waves me off, his face still an inch from my center.
“I’m trained in your pleasure, not mine.”
It’s my turn to frown this time, but instead of delving deeper into what that’s supposed to mean, I smile. “Then let me enlighten you.”
Clenching my thighs around his head, I use the moment of surprise to flip us. He moves willingly, so we’re the other way around, and I quickly scoot down the length of him before I change my mind and ride his face instead.
I don’t stop until I’m kneeling on the floor, and he shuffles to the end of the bed, peering down at me with wide eyes. “I don’t have my gloves,” I blurt, and he shrugs.
“I trust you.”
At least one of us does.
He stands and I quickly reach for the waistband of his shorts, tugging at the fabric to reveal his long, thick cock.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, running my tongue over my bottom lip.
His shorts form a pool at his feet, and he doesn’t bother to kick them away as I lean in closer, running my tongue along the underside of his cock. Lust leaves his skin warm against my tongue, but the groan that parts his lips as his head falls back is enough to make my thighs clench with need again.
Fuck. I won’t survive with those noises.
Never.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock as I dare to cup his balls. When nothing instantly goes wrong, I knead them in time with the strokes of my tongue along his length until he’s a panting mess. When his hazel eyes find mine again, storming with ecstasy, I swallow him down, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Elodie,” he rasps, stroking his fingers through my hair as the muscles of his stomach clench.
I release him, only to swallow him down once again, picking the rhythm as I brace one hand against his thigh, the other working his balls.
“Fuck, Petal. You have to stop. I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come, please, not yet,” he begs, but I want to taste it, I want the euphoria of being the one that makes him fall to his knees with pleasure.
He presses his thumb against my bottom lip, despite his dick lying heavy on my tongue. I swallow, refusing to let him go, and he groans.
“Fuck, I swear, Petal. I’ve never…” His words trail off, but they’re enough to make me pause.
