Chapter 30 #2
“Okay.” I gave him a small smile.
“Do you trust me in this?” he asked, sensing my hesitation.
“Yes.” For once, I was grateful for his experience. There was no question I was in good hands.
His answering smile was bright, and it melted any remaining reservations. Leaning forward, he gave me a soft kiss. “How about this?”
“Warm.” I smiled against his lips.
“And this?” He deepened the kiss, stroking inside my mouth with his tongue, taking control.
“Warmer.” I panted, something swooping in my stomach.
He moved to my jaw again, tracing the path he’d previously taken, alternating between nibbling, sucking and grazing my skin with his teeth.
“That one,” I said with a moan.
His teeth scraped against my skin again. “This one?”
“Mmmm.” My hands wove into his hair. It wasn’t quite as good as the last, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Are you sure?” Fen pulled back. “You don’t sound as enthusiastic about that.”
“No. It’s good.” I tugged him towards me, needing his mouth on me, but he refused to budge.
“I can do better than good. Let me get this right.”
“Fen, it’s fine. You’re making me feel great. Just keep going.” I felt like I might combust if he didn’t kiss me.
“Something you should know about me,” he said, settling back into the couch, “I’m very dedicated to learning.
I don’t care how long it takes.” He pulled me toward him until I was practically lying on his chest. “So, tell me, which is better: this?” He gently scraped his teeth against my neck.
“Or this?” He sucked a kiss in a spot on the other side of my neck and followed it with teeth.
“The second,” I gasped.
“Excellent.” He sounded smug, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to do it again.
He obliged me, making his way over my collarbone and down between my breasts, tugging my shirt to the side.
It had an open neck that was loose enough to allow him access to my collarbone, but not wide enough to fully expose my breasts.
After a tug or two, he gave up and bent forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth through the fabric.
I squirmed in his lap at the sensation. It was both good and not enough. The fact that he was too impatient to remove the shirt was hot, but the fabric was in the way. I wanted his mouth on my skin with nothing in between.
“Hot or cold?” he asked around my breast.
“Warm.”
“Hmmm.” He pulled away.
I almost begged him not to; the vibration of his hum against my skin sent a delicious frisson through me, but his hands on my thighs just below the hem of his shirt stopped me.
His gaze held mine as his hands slid up the sides of my legs, taking the fabric with them. He stopped right below my hips and raised one eyebrow in question.
“Warmer.” My voice was breathy.
“Good girl.” His praise made me shiver. Then he slid his hands over my ass and up my sides, baring the most sensitive part of me, and the shiver turned into a whole body shudder.
With my legs on either side of his, I was spread open, my wet center exposed to the air. I squeezed my legs together, instinctively trying to close them.
“None of that.” He tutted, his gaze trained on my face, gauging my reaction. “I’ll get to your sweet cunt in good time, but I want to admire it first.” His eyes dropped to the juncture of my thighs, the admiration and heat in his eyes unmistakable.
I bit my lip to stifle a whimper as a different part of me clenched.
His scrutiny was both embarrassing and the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
Part of me wanted to preen. The same part of me also wanted to grab his hand and put it where I needed it, but I stayed still, wanting to be good for him.
His thumbs stroked my ribs gently as he looked his fill, each pass making me wetter and wetter. When he finally looked up, I was ready to combust. “So pretty.”
There was no holding back my moan. “Please.”
“Please, what, Maeve? Use your words.” His fingers kept up their maddening sweeps.
Gods. I couldn’t think with his hands on me like that. All I knew was that sitting like this was driving me mad. “Keep going,” I managed finally.
“Like this?” His hands continued their ascent up my sides, hovering just below my breasts.
“Yes.” My nod was urgent.
His thumbs stroked the curve of my breasts as he pulled the shirt up and over the swell of them. I raised my arms and he swept it up and off, tossing it to the side. His hands came back to rest at the sides of my breasts, his thumbs tracing the bottom curve of them.
My nipples tightened into stiff peaks.
“Now, where was I?” He leaned forward, took one of my nipples in his mouth, and sucked.
My head fell back, eyes closed, and my hands flew to his head. This. This was exactly what I wanted. It was like there was a direct line from my breast to my clit. The harder he sucked, the harder the throb between my legs. “Hot,” I gasped. “Boiling. Don’t stop.”
He let go of my nipple with a lewd pop. “Good girl.” Then he latched onto the other nipple, and I started to tremble.
I lost track of how long he spent lavishing attention on my breasts.
He alternated between them, sucking and nibbling one, running his mouth and then teeth over the underside while palming the other and running his thumb over the nipple until my hips rocked wildly, seeking the friction I was desperate for.
“Please. More,” I begged when I couldn’t take it anymore.
“More what? Be specific.”
I grunted in frustration and pulled his hair, but he wouldn’t budge. Just pressed a smile into my skin. Fuck. He was really going to make me say it. “I need you inside of me,” I managed to gasp out, my face hot.
“You want me to fuck your sweet cunt?” he asked.
“Yes. Fen. Please.” I sounded pitiful, but I didn’t care.
“Oh, sweetheart. Have I been teasing you too long?” He pulled back and cupped my cheek.
“Yes. No.” It was all so good, but I felt so empty. I needed more. I fisted his tunic. “Just, please—”
He cut my plea off with a filthy kiss. Then he slid his hands under my thighs and stood, taking me with him.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and my arms around his neck. His mouth didn’t leave mine as he walked us over to the bed.
I was acutely aware of the fact that I was naked and he was not. Running my hands down his chest, I tore at the laces of his tunic, wanting the fabric off. In my haste, they tangled.
He tossed me down onto the middle of the bed, made quick work of undoing his tunic and pulled it and his shirt over his head.
My eyes traced the lines of his chest greedily. His muscles were well defined, his chest and abs sculpted, and his arms thick and strong. I longed to run my hands over every dip and swell. Maybe my tongue as well.
He smirked, blatantly perusing my body in return.
This time, I resisted the urge to hide from him. I was too wound up to pretend I wasn’t dripping wet for him.
Grabbing one of my ankles, he pulled me towards the edge of the bed.
I slid towards him with a small shriek, but somehow it took him kneeling between my legs to realize what he intended. “You don’t have to. I… I’ve never—” I stuttered.
“Because you don’t want me to? Or because that asshole never bothered to eat you out?” He kissed the inside of my thigh, waiting patiently for my answer.
Part of me wanted to pull him up and over me so I could hide my face in his neck, but another part of me was desperately curious about what it would feel like. “The second.” I made myself hold his gaze.
“Hot or cold?” Fen asked, pressing a kiss a few inches higher on my leg.
“Warm.” Another kiss, this time with a scrape of teeth, higher still. “Warmer.” He placed one more on the crease of my hip. Then he spread me with his fingers and ran his tongue through my folds and up to circle my clit. “Oh, Gods.”
My eyes rolled back in my head and my back arched as he proceeded to devour me. My hands scrabbled at the bedding beneath me, at his arm across my lower stomach, his hair. Anything to keep from floating away, which was ridiculous because Fen had me pinned to the bed.
He slipped two fingers inside of me, filling me in a way that was both perfect and not enough.
Pleasure built, threatening to consume me, but I fought it, not wanting it to end.
“Let go, Maeve,” he said. “Come for me.”
I tried to shake my head, but I ended up thrashing, my head lolling from side to side.
“Yes. It’s not the end. Don’t worry. Now give it to me.” He twisted his fingers, hitting a divine spot inside of me, and my climax shattered through me with a shout.
I came harder than I’d ever come in my life. Thought was obliterated—there was only sensation. My limbs quaked and trembled as he kept working me with fingers and tongue until the waves of pleasure finally receded.
He looked up at me from between my thighs, smug satisfaction radiating from him.
Giving him a sleepy smile, I let my head fall back on the bed. I was exhausted and sated and limp.
Pressing a chaste kiss to my thigh, Fen stood. His hands went to his pants, working the laces open.
My eyes went wide as I realized his intent. “More?” He’d just given me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
“That was just the warmup,” he said, toeing off his boots. He pushed his pants down, his length springing free.
My mouth went dry. He was thick and hard and perfect, and I wanted him inside of me. My earlier lethargy forgotten, I scooted back and turned until my head was lying on the pillows.
He crawled over me, dropping kisses on my hip, stomach, between my breasts, and collarbone until he hovered over me, settling between my legs.
I gasped at the heat of him as his cock pressed against my oversensitized clit. Muscles twitched as he slid his length against me, coating himself in the wetness between my thighs.
“On second thought,” he gripped my hips and rolled over, pulling me on top of him. “Let’s try it this way.”
I rose on my knees, rocking against him. The position was better, allowing me to control the angle.