“I want it all.” He’d never said something truer in his life.

He reached down and pulled her up so she was standing, her legs spread wide and her back against the wall. Damn, she was beautiful. Unable to not give in to temptation, he took a step back and looked his fill, gripping his dick hard at the base to alleviate some of the pressure.

She smoothed her hands over her curves. “You like what you see?”

“I love what I’m about to taste.”

He went to his knees in front of her and buried his face in her sweet pussy. She was slick and ready for him. Hands on the inside of her strong thighs, he explored her with his tongue, tasting her desire, and she moaned and rocked against his face. Oh yeah, his Shelby wanted what he could give her.

Looking up at her as he leaned back on his heels and circled her clit with his thumb, he savored having her on his lips. “So very good, aren’t you?”

“Ian,” she said, her voice getting breathy. “Don’t play with me.”

“You don’t want me to go slow and take my time?” Was he being an ass? Absolutely.

“No.”

“What do you want, Shelby?”

She let out a desperate moan. “You know.”

“Say it.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take the time to explore her. God, did he. However, there was something about seeing her demand what she wanted, pull in control, and take it that he was desperate to see.

“I want to come.” She rotated her hips as if she couldn’t help but move like she wanted to be touched. “I need it.”

“Are you gonna ride my face?”

She got a look in her eyes—bright and intense—as she exhaled a shaky breath. “Yes.”

“Are you going to use my mouth to get off?” He took her hand, moving it over his lips, sucking on her fingertips as he did.

“Yes.”

“Then do it.” And he leaned forward, tongue pressing to her clit and his fingers slowly circling her entrance.

She didn’t take it easy on him, and he loved it. Fingers in his hair, she steered him where she wanted him, urging him to go harder, faster, slower, softer as she rocked against his mouth until she let out a cry and came on his lips.

…

With her back against the wall and her thighs shaking, Shelby tried to catch her breath. Good God. How in the hell was she still upright?

Ian stood up in front of her and leaned in, kissing her with a possessive intensity that had her body aching for him. The bed was too damn far. That chair over there, though. That was an option.