Page 15 of The Damsel
He raised his head, his breath tickling her cheek. “Lovely.”
She reared back just before he could kiss her, his mouth brushing against hers. He made a little sound of frustration and tried again. This time, she rewarded him with a slap, her hand stinging as it made contact with his cheek. He gasped, his head whipping to the side as she settled her arse onto his chest. A flare of heat surged within her at the sight of her fingerprints marring his perfect complexion, a flush spreading over his face and neck as he looked back at her, eyes gone wide with shock.
She slammed her palm into his jaw, taking hold of his face with unrelenting fingers. “Let me make myself a bit clearer. You are not to do a thing unless I tell you to. If I want you to lay here like a corpse while I ride your cock to my own satisfaction, then that’s what you will do. Do we understand one another?”
His harsh breaths hissed out between clenched teeth, and he looked as if he hovered somewhere between outrage and arousal. His cock must have won the battle, because despite his clenched jaw and flaring nostrils, he nodded his agreement.
“Good,” she said, releasing his jaw and grabbing a fistful of his hair.
He grunted when she dipped her head and bit at his mouth, catching his lower lip between her teeth, then groaned when she gave it a hard tug. Yanking harder on his hair, she tipped his head back and rose up onto her knees.
“You’ve such a pretty mouth, Robert,” she said, shifting her body so that she straddled his head. “I can think of a far better use for it.”
Robert took to her meaning without hesitation, opening his mouth as she lowered herself within reach of his tongue. His lips brushed against her quim, his sharp breaths tickling her curls. Then he flicked his tongue at her, aiming at the seam of her mons and seeking the delicate flesh hidden within. She drew in a swift breath and held it, her throat and chest burning as she waited for him to do it again, to heighten the little frisson of pleasure that single stroke had caused.
He lifted his gaze to hers, holding it without blinking as he went back for more, his tongue darting at her opening and then stroking upward, landing on her clitoris. Her breath came out on a low groan and she tightened her hold on his hair, surging her hips in a silent command for more.
Robert licked her again, the slow, burning lap sending a jolt of pleasure through her like a lightning strike. Then, with a ragged growl, he raised his head, pulling his hair out of her grasp and pressing his open mouth completely against her. Cassandra trembled, reaching out to take hold of the rough headboard as he began to devour her like a starving man, his mouth pulling and sucking, his tongue lashing the pulsing bud at her center with relentless insistence.
This … this was nothing like what she’d been led to expect. Millicent had explained the act to her, and it had sounded nice enough. She’d known she’d gain pleasure from it, probably enjoy it more than being filled by a cock.
But this wasn’t simple pleasure. This was like falling and flying all at once, like coming alive, all her nerve endings sparking and creating sensations in places she’d never even known existed.
Tightening her fingers on the headboard, she threw her head back and released the last of her reservations. This was what she’d wanted —this feeling of power and pleasure, all of it overshadowing any fears she’d entered this room with. She rode his mouth with abandon, adjusting to the angle that resulted in perfect pressure against her clit. For all she knew, she was suffocating the man, but couldn’t find it in herself to care … so long as she came off before he drew his last breath.
She was so close, something deep inside her winding up tight, a building sense of urgency making her movements more erratic, less controlled. Glancing down at Robert, she found him completely engrossed in his ministrations, eyelashes lowered over his cheekbones as he worked her with his mouth. He was even prettier like this, head between her thighs, hair mussed, and her hand print in a pink outline on his cheek. It made her want to strike him again, yank his hair, bite him places that would mark him further. Her perfect little canvas.
His eyes snapped open as if he’d felt her looking at him, though he never ceased driving her mad. Gaze locked with hers, he surged his head up and latched onto her clit, pulling on it with strong, belly-quivering sucks.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, her thighs trembling on either side of his head as the first tremors of a powerful release began to sweep through her. “Oh … fucking hell!”
Robert groaned, applying himself to her pleasure even more, strumming her clit in swift circles and sucking in perfect unison. She splintered, digging her nails into the headboard and holding on for dear life as climax tore through her like a raging storm. Her clit tingled and deep pangs of poignant and near painful pleasure stabbed through her inner thighs and deep within her womb, until she nearly collapsed on top of him.
She held herself up, riding out every second of her finish, trembling as Robert went on kissing and licking her. His attentions were gentler now, as if he knew she’d become even more sensitive to touch. As if he knew that one more slow drag of his tongue over her clit might actually kill her after such a powerful release. So intent was he on his task, he seemed genuinely shocked when she began to pull away.
He chased her with a little huff of annoyance, his tongue skimming in her a hurried stroke. “I wasn’t finished, yet.”
She couldn’t help a smile at the petulant disappointment she found on his face. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
He raised his head, trying to capture her in his mouth again, but she’d moved farther down his body, straddling his chest and putting herself out of his reach.
“Come back here,” he groused, narrowing his eyes at her.
She grasped his chin again, gentler this time. Apparently, the spectacular things he could do with his mouth had stoked her softer side.
“That was marvelous, but I have other plans.”
He gasped as she moved down his body until the tip of his cock brushed against her sopping wet entrance.
“Yes,” he sighed, surging his hips upward, trying to get closer to her, get inside her.
She moved out of his reach, skittering back to crouch between his legs. It was difficult not to laugh at the look on his face, equal parts desperation and frustration. The sound came out completely foreign, low and throaty, as if from the lips of some sort of seductress.
Completely unlike her.
She liked it. She liked everything about this experience—the thrill of being in control, the heady feeling following a climax, the feel of his eyes on her, expectant and pleading for more.
Why had she ever been afraid?
