Page 49 of The Magic of Betrayal
Lying back on my bed, my heels hit the floor with a thud, and I watched as he tugged his shirt off and dropped it by my discarded dress. Heat pooled in my belly and I licked my lips as I let my eyes study the dragon wings tattoo he had artfully displayed across his chest. The colors popped beautifully with his bronze skin and I stifled the urge to run my tongue over it.
He kicked his shoes off and removed his socks, his eyes staying locked on mine. When his hands moved to his belt, I sucked in a breath and wiggled on the bed, the need to be touched was strong. The weight of his belt had his pants sliding easily off of his narrow hips and a clang rang out in the air when his belt buckle hit the floor.
Fischer's body was stunning; he wasn't stacked with muscles or anything, but the definition was there. He was wider than Kai, not as jacked as Cam, and not quite as lean as Sloane. Delicious. Fish was fucking delicious.
"Wanna take a picture?" Fischer jokes, hands on his hips and looking at me with heat in his eyes.
Keeping my face even, I sassed, "I mean... maybe? Would you let me?"
It was so hard not to giggle and give away the fact that I'm fucking with him when his eyebrows lifted in surprise as he studied my face searching for any indication of what I was actually thinking. But nope. He can't read me. His gaze went right through me and my lip twitched just a hair, making him growl.
"You fucking with me, Firefly?" His voice was so deep, the hairs on my arms lifted in warning...is the real Fischer going to come out and play?
Shrugging my shoulders, I bit my lip, the tension in the room rising with every second. Just when I was about to open my mouth to say something, anything, he moved. Like there was a tether between us and we were on a collision course.
"Tell me what you want, tell me what you need me to do..." he begged, climbing up onto the bed between my legs, running his nose up the length of my torso to my neck.
He's begging me? No. That's not what I want.
Reaching for his face, I pulled his mouth over mine and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I need to see you, Guppy. Show me who you really are in there." Nipping his bottom lip, he groaned into my mouth.
"I need you to tell me what to do, sweetheart," he whispers, but I shake my head.
"No. There's nothing here I need to pull your mind away from, you're here with me. If being submissive is who you are, that's what I want. If you've never had the chance to find out what else you might enjoy, then I want you to figure it out with me. We can have our own little world, Fischer." I smiled before leaning up to lick his bottom lip.
He's staring at me so intensely, I half expect to feel his presence in my brain at any moment, but he just holds my eyes. The need to be touched is traveling through my body, my hips started to lift, seeking out his body.
"I want to see what you like, I want to watch your face while I do every last wicked thing in my head to your beautiful body. I'm going to make you mine," he promised, his dark curls falling into his eyes as they flashed black, and fuck if that didn’t make me wetter.
Suddenly, his arms were under my back and he was pulling me upright, undoing all of the little eye hooks that ran down the length of my spine. My breasts tumbled out of the corset and he sat back on his heels, his thick cock jutting out from between his legs. Leaning back on my palms, my chest automatically pushed forward, his eyes tracking the movement like an animal on the hunt. His hands landed on either side of my hips, still not touching me, and the anticipation drove me crazy.
"Lay back."
I let myself fall back onto the pillows, my hair fanned out around my head, and a moment later, his hands were peeling my panties down my thighs and I felt lightheaded.
"Fish..." his name nothing but a whisper in the quiet room.
Fingertips moved from my throat down my breastbone, over the swell of my stomach, and softly over my pussy. He's going to kill me with his gentle brushes and smooth caresses. Lifting one of my legs up to his mouth, he pressed his lips to my ankle bone and watched my face as he kissed down my calf, so softly that I felt his breath more than the slide of his mouth.
Whimpering, I reached for him and he shook his head.
"Please, please touch me," I begged, reaching for his hand in an attempt to put it where I needed to feel him but he pulled back and slapped me right on my cunt. I practically leapt off the bed with a squeal.
"Be still. I'm cataloging every square inch of this body, sweetheart, because I will taste every last part of you tonight. Be patient."
Oh, okay, we're going to just ignore the fact that you slapped mypussythen?
As if he could tell what I was thinking, his eyes glinted with darkness, and a sinister smile that I'd never seen on him before flashed, taking my gods damn breath away. And then in the blink of an eye, his face was buried between my legs, a dark chuckle vibrating against my clit.
"Keep these legs open for me, I'm going to slide my tongue up so far inside of you, you're going to see stars."
His mouth and tongue tortured me, nibbling, sucking, fucking. His groans drove me on and soon, my hips were bucking against his mouth.
"Fischer!" My body wound tighter and tighter, and just when I was sure my head was about to explode, he pulled back and flipped me over, tugging my hips up and going right back to lapping at me from behind, his tongue licking a line of fire from my cunt to my ass, and I moaned because it felt so fucking amazing.
"Oh gods, oh gods!" I called out into the pillows, unable to lift my head and give this the volume it deserved but then his fingers were there, pressing into my tight hole. It was impossible for me to know how many, but it felt like more than one, and then a smart slap to my butt cheek before he commanded, "Relax."
Inhaling a shuddering breath, I willed my muscles to chill the fuck out and the moment that happened, he slipped his fingers right up inside of my ass again and an anguished mix between a cry and a moan exploded into the pillow.
