Chapter 14 #2
Her lips were glossy when she arrived at the studio this morning, but that was from the makeup I caught her applying.
Right now, they’re wet from the pink tongue that can’t seem to stop gliding across them, taunting me.
And the longer I look at them, the more I’m struggling not to imagine an entirely different way to make them shine, and that’s what gives me the final shove I needed.
“Follow my lead,” I whisper before slanting my mouth over hers.
Millie makes a noise that gets caught in her throat. I hold back a smile at her surprise and focus on the small, soft lips that haven’t moved yet. She purses them slightly, and I know she’s in her head when she can’t follow my lead, moving to her own beat instead of the one I’m trying to show her.
Keeping my lips on hers, I bring a hand to her waist, cupping it softly. My other one stays in her hair, pulling on it gently. She parts her lips in response, and I do it again, encouraging her to keep her mouth relaxed.
With a sweep of my hand from her waist to the small of her back, she finally falls into the kiss. Her lips chase mine, almost like they’re trying to steal the lead, and while that has an immediate effect on my dick, that’s not my plan.
“Slow down. Follow my lead. Make me earn it, Millie. I don’t deserve it yet.”
Her breath fills my mouth as she nods, a hand brushing my forearm. She slows again but doesn’t fall back into the frozen state from before. Her lips cling to mine, still chasing, but slower, patient.
I pull her forward, the fabric of her pants making a rough noise as her thighs scrape the table on her way to the edge. She drops her head further back without encouragement but then circles my wrist, clinging to it.
Our pace is still slow, but it’s hot, tension clinging to the breaths we share and encouraging the slow rock of our bodies. Millie’s not thinking about my tongue or worrying about when I’ll use it, and that’s exactly why I slide it along her bottom lip.
She jerks in my hold. I wait, testing if she’s truly as ready as she thinks she is. The responsive glide of her tongue against my lip is the confirmation I needed to continue.
Palming her head a bit harder, I curl my fingers in her hair and get a squeeze of my wrist in return. She arches into my touch and presses her chest against mine before flicking out her tongue against mine. I trap a moan in my chest and nip at her mouth instead.
“That’s it. Follow your instincts, Millie.”
Nodding as much as she can in this position, she slips her tongue into my mouth the moment I release her lip. I’m not ready for the confident swirl of it or the shudder that ripples through me afterward. I pull on her hair and shift my hand back to her waist, holding it tightly.
She’s moving with more skill than I could have expected this soon, and I’m almost disappointed to have to cut the first lesson so short.
As if reading my mind, Millie steals my tongue, sucking it sharply. There’s no stopping the groan that travels from my mouth to hers. I keep my feet planted on the floor, refusing to move even an inch forward to where I know we’d press together.
I try to pull back before I get in trouble, but she doesn’t release my wrist, even as our lips separate.
“Don’t stop yet,” she blurts out. “Tell me how to kiss you here.”
Round nails run beneath my jaw and along the side of my throat. The blood thumping beneath the skin there makes everything more sensitive, and I flex my fingers on her waist.
Tilting my head to the side, I give her the space to do what she wants. “Use your mouth, tongue, and teeth.”
Her lips are slightly swollen when they move to the ridge of my jaw, scraping the shaven skin there before shifting lower.
Shit, the soft pressure she’s using is a tease, a fucking test of my will.
By the time she places an open-mouthed kiss on my throat, I’m so twisted up I don’t know where to begin to unravel myself.
The first scrape of her teeth against my skin is sharp, a bit more confident. I don’t have to tell her to soothe the nip with her tongue before she’s doing that on her own, leaving a wet mark behind. Suddenly, she’s abandoning my wrist and using both hands to grip my shirt, tugging me closer.
She sucks on the skin beneath my jaw, and a soft noise fills the little space between us. My vision grows tinted as I tug harder on her hair. When that noise grows in volume, pleasure erupting in a way that I know can’t exist in this moment, I release her.
“Millie,” I murmur before taking her hands from my shirt and guiding her backward.
Blue eyes snap to mine, her pupils wide and thick. Pink lingers on her cheeks and nose, leading all the way beneath the neckline of her blouse. Her soft, panted breaths match the pace of mine, until she freezes.
“I’m so sorry!” she squeaks.
Her head shakes quickly, and a mix of bewilderment and embarrassment fills her expression before I’m taking one step back and letting her slip down from the table. Millie shifts to the side and tucks her hair behind her ears.
“I practically mauled you.”
“You didn’t,” I argue.
Maul is a strong word. It’s the wrong one. A single word isn’t accurate, although it would be easier that way. I’d go with got lost in the pleasure of a new experience with someone willing instead.
“I’ve never been like that before. I’m usually much more respectful,” she rambles.
“If you want approval to disrespect me, you have it. What happened was respectful. I just don’t want to rush you. This only works if you’re comfortable.”
“Your comfortability matters to me too, Shade. And we didn’t discuss more than using tongue prior. It was just mouth kissing.”
“Talking about every single thing prior to making out with someone isn’t really the norm, princess,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “A lot of the time, you play it by ear. It’s alright to be spontaneous once in a while.”
She exhales, staring fiercely at me. “I’ve never been great at that.”
“Well, you did pretty alright just now,” I reply with a wink.
“I did?”
From the pain in my balls right now, I’d say she did too fucking alright.
“Yeah, Millie. You’re a natural.”
The grin that fills her face with a pure, blissful light makes the marks on my throat feel all the more special. She claps her hands in front of her as I lean back on my foot and watch her, chuckling beneath my breath.
Yeah, this woman is dangerous in the worst way.
And I’ve always been attracted to a bit of danger.