Page 72 of Painted Scars
“Fucking perfect.” I grip her shoulders and lift her like she weighs nothing.
I kiss her and taste myself as I walk her backward to the edge of the bed.
Flushed, chest heaving, blindfold still secure. The blissed-out smile riding her lips hints that she found the secret to the universe. Spoiler alert, it’s my cock.
I move behind her, plucking each button of her onesie from its hole, undressing all her secrets. She leans into my touch with a soft sigh that sets my blood simmering. Fabric surrenders as I peel it from her shoulders, kissing each new inch of exposed skin. My mouth brushes over her nape, the curve of her neck and dip of her shoulder.
Fuck. She’s not wearing a bra.
The sight of her breasts, pink nipples begging to be tasted, steals air from my lungs. I wrap an arm around her waist, lean her back, and drop my mouth to her sweet flesh, licking, biting, savoring every damn inch of her. She trembles when my fingers skim the underside of her breast, and her head drops back further. I cup her fully, rolling my thumb over her stiff peak, and her soft moan wrecks the last thread of my control. I draw one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp and tug at my hair.
“Do you like this?” I swirl my tongue, then bite gently, and she moans, her hips jerking, giving me a huge yes. Her breaths turn ragged as I switch sides, my mouth worshiping her with equal hunger until she’s nothing but liquid glitter in my arms.
I lower her to the bed and push her down until her spine hits the mattress.
I cup her cheek. “Are you wet for me, Glitter Bomb? You have permission to talk.” I want to hear how I fucking wreck her.
“Soaked,” she whispers.
I snake my hand along her belly. “That’s my good girl. I’m not done yet. Not until you’re trembling for me and break.”
“Yes, Grumpy Daddy.” Fuck. I’m loving her nicknames more by the day.
I give her the next order. “Hands flat, baby. No touching. No more words. Just sensation.”
Her spine arches at the command. I trace the line of her hip as she lies back, knees loose, thighs parted, arms tucked to her sides, palms grazing the comforter.
“If it gets too much.” I massage the outsides of her thighs. “Ball your hands into fists. That’s your safe word tonight.”
She nods.
Goddamn. My sparkling diamond is beautiful like this. Breathless. Surrendering on her terms.
I dip between her thighs and inhale her warm and heady arousal. She gasps as I press my lips to her panties, dragging my tongue along the lace until her hips jerk, chasing friction.
“Not yet.” I flatten her ass down. “You don’t come until I say so.”
Kate’s needy whimper is everything.
I suck her through the fabric, soaking the dark material with my mouth until it clings to her. Her thighs tremor. Her breath hitches. Her chest lifts off the mattress with desperation. She moves her hand to the back of my head.
I catch it and lower it gently. “Don’t make me tie those down too, Glitter Bomb.”
A breathy moan slips from her throat. Her hips lift, more desperate this time. The blindfold turns her focus inward. She’s trapped in the sensation of every drag of my tongue, every suck against her lace. Moaning quietly like she’s embarrassed by how badly she wants it. I nuzzle against her heat slowly and possessively. I want her on the edge, quaking and overloaded. I want her to feel this for days.
“Your body’s telling me everything I need to know.” My voice is sharp and rough. “You’re so close. But I’m not done teasing you yet.”
I press my thumb to her clit. She jerks, and a moan tears free.
Good. I pull back. “No words, just show me with your body.”
She groans, guttural and frustrated.
“Good girl.” I reward her and slip two fingers under the gusset of her panties. Fuck. Her pussy is swollen and throbbing. Slick coats the inside of her thighs. “Jesus, baby. You’re drenched.”
I lick up her mess, and then I press my tongue flat to her clit. She bucks harder, crying out. Her hands twitch, and fists curl.
I ease off the pressure and stroke her thighs. “Hold on, Glitter Bomb. You’re doing so fucking well.”
