shifted, kneeled between her ankles, and slipped the other shoe off. “I’m thinking I’m one scrap of fabric away from being the luckiest bastard on the planet.” He kissed the inside of one knee and nuzzled her soft thighs. “I’m thinking it’s a damned shame you’ve never enjoyed this before, but am thrilled I’m the one giving it to you.” He slid his hands under her perky ass, curled his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and tugged them over her hips. “And I’m thinking there is absolutely nothing I want more right now than my mouth on your pussy.”
Her startled gasp rasped through the room.
He pulled the silk free and tossed it aside, splaying her knees wide before she could recover from his crude but dead-on accurate statement.
Sweet, delicate pink folds, swollen and begging to be touched. He stroked the back of her thighs and kissed the tightly trimmed thatch of curls. “You’re wet, Sunshine.”
Slowly, he worked his hands toward her core, ready to lift her hips up to his watering mouth. “I can see it.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deep, the light musk as bright and addictive on his senses as the rest of her. “Smell it.”
“But you…” She tried to scoot away.
Ramsay slid his hands beneath her ass and held her fast. So close. Inches from sucking the tiny clit peeking out from its hood. “What, Sunshine?” He blew on the sensitive spot and reveled in the flex of her hips. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Your clothes.” She gripped his forearms, a satisfying storm of desperation in her eyes. “I’m naked and you’re—”
“Trinity.” He lifted his head just enough to hold her gaze. “You do not worry about me. You do not think. As of right now, the only thing you do is watch, let go, and feel.”
He gave into his hunger and swiped his tongue through her folds.
Her legs jerked and a surprised squeak shot through the room.
A slow, steady rumble built in his chest. His lips and teeth sucked and nipped her sweetness with even more intensity than their kiss. Damn but this was powerful. Her hands in his hair, breathy moans in his ears, and hips lifting to meet his devouring mouth.
The Great One help him, he was out of control. Her taste and the need to feel her release on his tongue nothing short of compulsion. An unrelenting demand from the universe.
He teased her entrance, sucked her clit deep, and slid a finger home.
She cried out and arched off the bed, her pretty nipples hard and begging for attention.
Ramsay pressed another finger to join the first and kissed his way up her body. Tasting her was one thing. Watching her expression the first time she came for him? No way was he missing that.
He latched onto one nipple and suckled, flicking the tiny nub with his tongue as his thumb worked her clit. He pulled away and blew on the tip. His cock pulsed, angry and aching for the tight slick surface surrounding his fingers.
He swirled his tongue around the other peak. “That’s it, Sunshine. Ride my fingers.” Another lick. “Take what you need and show me how hard you come.”
Her eyes flashed open, pupils so dilated they burned pitch black. Her nails bit into his scalp and biceps, and her breaths came in ragged, needy mewls.
Pressing deep, he crooked his fingers and stroked the sweet spot along her front wall.
Her thighs tightened and shook.
He ground the heel of his hand on her clit.
“Ramsay!”
Her walls clamped around his fingers, and the hottest groan he’d ever heard in his life rang long and loud.
His name. She’d cried his name.
Mine.
The thought slammed into him, an unmerciful demand to take and claim. To make her come again. To feel her pussy clench and release on his cock the way it sucked his fingers. To feel her slick release as he rode toward his own.
His cock jerked in agreement, the ache shifting to a demanding throb.
Her soft sigh drew his gaze from the lazy push and pull of his fingers at her core to her closed eyes and