“What’re you up to, Sunshine?”
“I want a taste.” I open my mouth and lightly swipe my tongue against the head of his cock. He breathes out a curse and burrows his fingers into the messy knot of curls piled on top of my head.
For a few minutes, that’s all I do—taste him. Soft, teasing kisses and slow licks, enough to excite but not satisfy. His legs shake each time I open my mouth as if I’m planning to take him all the way in.
He lets out a laugh that’s somewhere between frustrated and vengeful. “Sunshine, you’re playing with fire.”
I bat my lashes as if I have no idea what he’s talking about. I squeeze him tighter and take another long, slow lick.
His hand tightens in my hair. He brushes me away. “Hands behind your back.”
I fight to keep my lips from curling into a smile as I slide my arms behind my back, grasping each elbow with the opposite hand to thrust my breasts up the way he likes.
“Why so naughty today?” He grips his cock and lightly taps my bottom lip. “Open for me.”
I tease my tongue past my lips and against his cock.
“No,” he rasps. “Open. All the way.”
My red-hot desire to please him can’t be restrained. I open wide and close my mouth around him, sliding as much down as I can until he hits the back of my throat.
“That’s it.” His body and voice tremble. “Good girl. Keep going.”
My happy hum pulls another shuddering gasp from him. He thrusts into my mouth and I relax, letting him set the pace.
Throbbing with my own need, I release my elbows and slide one hand between my legs.
His wild thrusts stop. “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself. Mine.”
I whine a pleading noise.
“No.” He tugs on my hair. “Suck.”
The ache between my legs intensifies.
I grip his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Gotta pay for teasing me.”
If that dirty, affectionate smile on his face is my reward, I’m more than happy to pay the price.
“Fuck.” He groans and tugs my hair, pulling me off of him.
“What are you doing?” I squeal as he lifts me off the floor and spins me to face the vanity. “I almost bit off your dick.”
He snorts a laugh. “You’re the only person who makes me lose control.”
“You seem pretty in control to me.” I meet his eyes in the mirror. Blotches of pink stand out all over my chest, neck, and cheeks.
“Look how pretty you are. All pink from ears to nipples.” He traces his fingers over both places and I close my eyes. “So excited just from sucking my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Open your eyes. Brace your hands against the counter.”
“Marcel.” I wiggle my behind, bumping into his erection, leaning forward, trying anything I can to get him inside of me.
But my man won’t be rushed. He slides his hand between my thighs, going straight for my clit. He gently flicks his thumb against me and I squirm.
“Like that, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Good God, every part of this man is talented when it comes to working my body. He increases the pressure slowly until I’m squirming.
“Marcel, please,” I beg.
“Shhh,” he whispers against my ear. “Don’t come yet.”
“I…I don’t think I can…I need more…oh my God.”
He stops.
I cry out in frustration. “Why?”
An evil chuckle flows past his lips. This is his favorite game of torture. Taking me right to the edge. Mine, too, even if I’m not in the mood to admit it.
“Please?” I shift on my toes, eager to release the tension inside me.
“That’s all you’ve got? Please?”
Bastard. “Please let me come.”
“You’re beautiful.” He traces one finger along my neck. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Why?”
“Because I get to fuck you for the rest of my life.”
Sweetness burns through my frustration. “I’m the lucky one.” I rub my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache. “Usually. You’re extra sadistic tonight.”
“Maybe.” He brushes his lips over my shoulder. “I love watching you squirm.”
His arms band around my waist and he lifts me, carrying me into the bedroom. “Get on the bed and spread out for me the way I like.”
I can’t scramble onto the mattress fast enough. There’s no hesitation as I rest my feet flat and spread my legs wide.
“God, you’re a beautiful sight.” He falls to his knees like he’s about to pray at the altar of my body. “Come closer.”
I inch near the edge of the bed and he yanks me the rest of the way, burying his face against me. The same maddening dance starts a second time. Slow heat races over me. Tension tightens my muscles. Butterfly-light kisses turn into harder licks and sucks.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Make me come. Please.”
He slides one finger inside me, turning it and rubbing gently at the spot that sets my legs quivering.
“How?” He raises an innocent eyebrow and rubs harder. “Like this?”
“Do you need me to draw a treasure map?” I reach down and use two fingers to expose myself. “Your tongue on my clit always works wonders.”
He shakes with laughter, his shoulders bumping my thighs as he swoops in, wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks hard.
“Fuck!” My hips shoot off the bed.
He thrusts a second finger inside me, quickly pumping them in and out while his mouth devours me with hard, fast, open-mouthed kisses.
The sharp, sweet snap of pleasure breaks me open. The exquisite pulses of bliss transport me to another plane.
I’m still tingling and twitching when he pulls away.
There’s no time to protest. He falls over my body and enters me in one quick thrust.
“Oh! Jesus.” My eyes fly open, and I find him inches from my face.
“No, just me,” he says in that maddening way that’s equal parts smug and sexy. He hooks his arm under my thigh, spreading me open. “You can take it. You just came so hard. You’re so, so wet.”
“Yes, but you’re still so, so big.”
He seems to smother a smile and leans in, brushing his damp lips against my neck.
His movements slow to a gentle rock of his hips. “Better?”
Fire races over my skin. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Love having my cock buried in you, Sunshine.”
“Finally.” I lift my legs higher, locking them around his waist.
He rests his forehead against mine. We’re nose to nose, and I don’t need any light in the bedroom to see the desire shimmering in his eyes. “So impatient tonight.”
“You’re just that good.”
He unwraps my arms from around his neck and pins them over my head. The slow, gentle waves of bliss turn sharper. Underneath him, I squirm and wriggle. He groans and shifts his hold on my wrists. Freeing one hand to press my hip into the mattress, he drives into me deeper with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant over and over.