Like that, with my body long, I leaned my head back, letting my hair cascade down to the table, my neck stretching. I could no longer see him, but I could hear him.
His noises were animalistic. Groans of admiration.
I felt sexy as he stared at my body while I moved like water, fluidly, lowering my back, sliding along the table, stretching across it, like I’d encouraged my clients to do.
My back bowed, and I raised one knee.
A new wave of pleasure washed over me from the pose. It was a familiar boudoir shot, a woman all curved and sensual. But I was on the other side of the lens and he was the camera. He gazed at me like a man possessed.
Then he spoke, low and powerful. “Touch yourself, so I can taste if you’re ready for me to stay.”
My hand slid down my body, and I stroked myself, bucking the second I made contact with my sensitive flesh. It was torture and relief at the same time—all I wanted was more touch, more contact.
I held out my hand to him, and he stalked over, grabbed my wrist, and licked my finger. He moaned as he sucked off my wetness.
“Good,” he growled, then he returned to where he’d stood in full view of me. “But that’s not enough.”
“What else should I do?”
“You know what to do, dirty girl.” He parked his hands on the edge of the wood, his stare hot, branding me. “Show. Me.”
I quivered.
Vulnerability rippled over me as I lowered my hands between my legs, setting my palms on my thighs. But with vulnerability came something new—possibility.
By offering myself, he could give me what I craved.
I opened my legs wider, parting them with my own hands. Like I was offering him my body, my desire.
And the evidence of it.
For the briefest of seconds, he closed his eyes, like this was all too intense, seeing me like this. My worry spiked.
“Adam,” I whispered, my pitch rising.
His eyes snapped open. “We’re good, Nina.”
I relaxed again. That was all I needed in these moments when the games, the fantasies became too much for me. When he shed that rough exterior and returned to the man I knew, the man I trusted. I had his assurance, and I was good too.
He shifted once again to the after-dark alpha who enthralled me.
Like a predator, he surveyed his prey. I was the hunted and I wanted to be ravaged. Stepping closer, he moved his hand from behind his back and dropped a hard black item and a small bottle onto the table.
I gasped. I’d known what was coming because it was my fantasy, detailed in black and white in my notebook, but I didn’t know how he pulled it off. “That’s not mine. How did you get that toy?”
“Amazon Prime. Two-hour delivery. Came this morning when you were in the shower. Now let’s get you coming on my mouth, dirty girl.” His hands circled my ankles, and he pushed my legs apart even farther. “Stay like that. I don’t want you to move. Are we clear?”
I nodded. “So clear.”
“Keep your hands on your thighs. Keep your legs spread nice and wide.”
“Yes,” I said, tingles spreading over my body as I grew wetter, hotter.
Then he bent his face to my ankle, pressed a kiss there that sent sparks across my whole body. My God, if a kiss on my ankle did that to me, what would happen when his face was between my legs?
I’d have the answer in seconds, because he traveled quickly, licking a line up my calf, over the back of my knee, along my thigh. He reached my hand, kissing me there before coming close, so damn close to where I wanted him. But not all the way. He flicked his tongue inches from my core, then moved to the other side, licking down my leg.
I was shaking from the pleasure.
He hadn’t even put his mouth on me, and I was trembling with need.
“Please,” I murmured.
“Beg for it.”
“Adam, please. Please touch me. Please go down on me.”
“Use your words,” he instructed. “Use your dirty words.”
I breathed in deep, and then said words I’d only said in my fantasies. “Please eat me. I’m begging you. Go down on me, and fuck me with your tongue.”
In a second, his face was between my legs, and I moaned so loudly I was sure Miss Sheridan would wink at me later, tell me she’d caught my cries on her downward-facing-dog video.
I didn’t care.
Because I was having something spectacular for the first time.
This was why women loved being eaten.
It was decadent.
Adam’s tongued lapped me up, his mouth caressed me, his fingers stroked me. He ate me and kissed me and lavished pleasure all over my wet, aching center.
“Yes, please. Oh God. Adam,” I said, writhing and arching against him, keeping my hands on my legs the whole time, as he’d told me to.
How had I missed out on this for all these years? This was better than chocolate, better than music, better than the sexiest photos I’d ever taken.
I was having what my clients were having, I was sure.
And Adam was taking me, eating me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
I was close, so close, and as pleasure coiled in me, I was terrified for the briefest of seconds that I’d come too hard, too loud.
“Adam,” I cried out, my voice breaking. “I’m about to come.”
He stopped. Instantly. “No.”
I trembled, staring at him, the pending crush of pleasure threatening to take over. “No?”
“Beg me,” he said with narrowed eyes. “Beg me to let you come.”
With my hands on my thighs, I spread my legs even wider, my climax fighting to break free. I had to come. I needed the release. “Please let me come, Adam. Please. I’m begging you.”
“One more ‘please.’”
“Please!”
He returned to my sex and the second his lips were in their rightful place, I detonated. I screamed. I rocked and writhed and came harder than I’d ever come before as white-hot pleasure ripped through me. I was seeing stars upon galaxies of stars.
And it wasn’t stopping.
Nor was he. He slowed his pace, but kept licking, kept kissing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered a sound. A bottle being opened. A squirt.
He pulled his mouth away. “Keep your hands on your thighs. I’m not done with you.”
Shuddering, I whispered, “Yes.”
Then I felt his fingers traveling lower, farther. When he reached my ass, he pushed, and I tensed. “I’ve got you.”
And oh yes, did he ever have me.
He pushed the tip of his lubricated finger into my ass, and I squirmed, letting out a yelp. “Adam, Adam, Adam,” I panted, my voice rising because as much as I wanted this, as much as I trusted him, his finger was entering my rear, and this was also very much virgin territory.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asked, stilling himself.
I drew a breath, shook my head. “No.” Then, louder this time, I told him exactly what I wanted. Because this was on my list too. “I want you to keep going.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, praising me as he pushed his finger deeper. He pressed a kiss to my sensitive clit, and my hips rocked up in pleasure.
“So nice and tight,” he murmured against me as he stroked inside me with his finger. “Have you taken anything in your ass before, sweet girl?”