Page 22 of Savage Temptation
Her tanned skin offers a stunning contrast to the stark-white bedding, highlighting her sensual curves. After dreaming of this moment countless times, constructing it in my head, again and again, I realize just how foolish I’d been. Perfection cannot be imaged, only experienced.
I claim her mouth with my teeth, tugging her full lips as I undo the buttons at my wrists, rolling the cuffs up my forearm. I have thirty days with this woman, and I’ll be damned if I let one tiny second of it go to waste.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?” I growl into her mouth.
She freezes against me, as though startled.
I slide off the bed to my knees, grab her by the hips, and drag her to the edge of the bed.
Anxious sighs escape her lips as she looks down at me with inquisitive eyes.
I give her a mischievous smirk as I run a finger along the hem of her panties. “Why do you look so surprised?”
“This, um, is very much a temporary arrangement…”
“Do you think that oral sex is only done after people marry?”
“No!” she blurts out. “It just seems so…personal.”
“Would you like me to proceed with less personal ways of defiling you?” I offer.
Her chest rises and falls in a jerky rhythm. “If you want…”
“I was very much wanting to fuck you with my tongue. You’re the one with reservations.”
“You’re such an asshole,” she pouts. “But also…I’m very interested in what you were wanting to do.”
No one has ever made me smile as Tessa has, and I aim to return the favor. Which will admittedly be just as much for me as it is for her.
Her panties are as innocent as they come without being the dreaded ‘granny panties.’ Gray cotton Calvin Klein, the elastic stopping just an inch under her navel. I nuzzle her mons, relishing the feeling of her body tense as my breath washes over her thighs.
A part of me wants to keep this going for hours. Teasing her seems like an awfully fun way to pass the time, but I wouldn’t just be torturing her. I’ve wanted this for too long to sit around and play games.
I kiss the edge of her panties, then down her moist center, impressed by how wet she is. The fabric clings to her sex, leaving precious little to the imagination. This will be better than unwrapping any Christmas gift.
The smell of her arousal is everywhere, saturating the air with pheromones and turning my cock to steel. I nuzzle her clit gently with my nose, feeding off her muffled groans.
As my tongue grows bolder, she tenses with worry.
“Relax,” I growl with authority.
I tug at the elastic of her panties, and she lifts her ass so I can slide them down her shapely legs. When I get into position again, her fingers thread my hair nervously, her knees closing slightly.
“How am I supposed to eat your pussy if you keep closing your legs?” I say thickly.
Her limbs become putty, malleable, willing to comply with me now that I’ve made my demand. I pull them up over my shoulders, then scoot her body closer so that her butt is right at the edge of the bed.
I love the way she whimpers for me, her body writhing from the slightest touch. I want to remember this moment, the first time anyone’s ever eaten Tessa out, and imprint it on my soul. It’s a damn shame I can’t make a virtual reality log out of it for the Playground, but I don’t think she’d appreciate that.
Perhaps I’ll ask when she gets more comfortable with me.
“Are you ready?” I ask, wrapping an arm around her thigh to keep her in place, because I intend to make her squirm.
She looks apprehensive, her plump lip tucked between her teeth, but gives a nod.
With her approval, I delve my tongue between her folds, delivering slow, sensual licks that have her gasping for breath.
“You like that?” I ask, casting her a wry grin.
