Little Red Writing by Lila DiPasqua

revelation.
    “We’re not stopping at tonight,” he wickedly promised. “We’re going to have at each other until we’re both sated.”
    His words sent a hot shiver through her body. Briefly, she wondered how long it would take to satisfy the hunger she had for this man.
    “Tell me if this pleases you.” She swirled her tongue around the engorged tip of his shaft. He grunted sharply. Hiding her smile, she moistened her lips, then closed them over the crest of his sex. His breath hissed out through clenched teeth, his reaction causing her nipples to tighten and her core to cream. The sudden surge of desire made her light-headed.
    “Take more,” he growled.
    His feral state was an aphrodisiac. She slid him farther into the wet heat of her mouth, drew him out, then plunged him back in deeper still, growing more and more emboldened and sure of her actions. His hips jerked.
    He swore softly. His control snapped. Rearing back, he pushed back in, her mouth widening to accommodate him. He began to thrust. She matched his rhythm, her tongue caressing the underside of his penis with each rhythmic stroke as she sucked and sucked and sucked on him. The taste of his surrender was sweet. A moan, a sound of pure pleasure, escaped her throat and drew a hearty groan from him.
    Anne slid her hands inside his breeches to grip his buttocks, his muscles tightening under her fingers. She held on to him, listening to his ragged breaths, keeping to the pace he desired.
    He slowed his movements.
    “Anne . . . I’m going to come . . . hard . . . in your mouth. If you don’t want that, you’ve got to stop now .” He stopped thrusting, his body straining with effort.
    Her heart pounding, she responded by tightening her hold and drawing him in and out of her mouth, hard and fast, refusing to stop. He stiffened, his head falling back against the door. A guttural sound erupted out of him as spurt after spurt of come shot into her mouth and down her throat. She drank him in, digging her nails into him, wanting all he had, taking everything he gave, until his fingers loosened in her hair, his body relaxed, and she’d taken his last drop.
    Slouched against the door, his breaths were short and shallow, his muscled chest rising and falling rapidly.
    Drawing his sex from her mouth, Anne rose on shaky limbs, reeling, licking a small drop of his essence from her bottom lip. His eyes were closed, and on his handsome face was the undeniable expression of rapture.
    She’d done that to him. Joy filled every empty chamber in her heart. Making him desperate for her had been, as he’d said, a “heady rush.”
    He opened his eyes, his usual knee-weakening half-smile forming on his lips the moment he met her gaze.
    Nicolas pulled her to him. He was amazed at the transformation in her and delighted in it. No longer hiding behind a façade—the cool erudite author—she’d embraced the passion that was so much a part of her.
    And dear God, there was such perfect passion between them.
    She laced her arms around his neck, a grin on her face despite the carnal need he saw in her eyes.
    “You liked that,” she stated, looking adorably pleased with herself.
    That was an understatement. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d come that hard. At least now, the edge had been taken off his lust.
    “Really? What makes you think so?” he teased, unable to keep the mirth from his tone.
    She snuggled closer, her soft bottom giving a sweet little wiggle. “I suppose it’s just a guess,” she teased back.
    He chuckled. She felt so good in his arms.
    She caressed his cheek, her smile fading. “Thank you, Nicolas.”
    He furrowed his brow. “For what?”
    “For showing me that there is more to physical intimacies between men and women than I ever knew. In fact, I never would have believed it had I not enjoyed it firsthand. What we’ve done today is a first for me. I’d heard of such acts, but never experienced them. I’m glad I shared them with