His hot gaze, locked on her intimate flesh, sent heated awareness through her. She felt wetness pooling between her legs and her nipples swelled against the lace. He rested his hands on either side of her folds, framing her between them.

“Your pussy is so damn sweet.”

His thumbs stroked her thighs in small circles and she parted her legs automatically, aching for his touch. He chuckled in delight. Then his head dipped down. When his lips brushed her inner thigh, an inch from her tender flesh, she sighed.

His tongue glided over her skin, then he lifted his head and she felt a wash of air on her intimate flesh. His fingers brushed against her and she murmured her approval. He stroked along her folds, lightly, causing tremors of delight to ripple through her.

“You are so soft. And wet for me already.” He lifted his head, gazing at her, his fingers hovering a breath above her. “Do you want me, Ash?”

She arched upward, but his fingers stayed out of reach.

“Yes,” she breathed, just wanting to feel his touch again.

“I want you, too,” he murmured. “You have no idea how much.”

Then his mouth dropped and the exquisite feel of it on her sensitive opening filled her with joy. He covered her flesh and drew it into his mouth, suckling lightly. Then his tongue glided along the slick flesh in sure strokes. She slid her fingers through his thick waves of hair, wanting to pull him closer, but he took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers, and drew it aside.

He lifted his head and gazed at her, his face glistening. “I’m going to make you come, and I want to hear my name on your lips. Will you do that for me?”

Her eyes widened at his request—more because it was a request—and she nodded.

Then his mouth dropped again and he found that special place—the bud of flesh that became the center of her world when he touched it—and he suckled. She moaned at the pleasure pulsing within her. He licked and swirled over it, then suckled again.

“Oh, Dare. That’s so good.”

He chuckled against her, the warmth and vibration sending her pleasure higher. She arched and he drove his tongue inside her, stroking her moist channel. Then she felt his fingers glide inside her. His mouth moved to her clit again as he moved his fingers in and out in slow, gentle strokes.

Her breathing accelerated as he stroked and licked her. Her nerve endings quivered with pleasure, sending heat washing through her entire body. She pushed against his hand, wanting to grasp his head and pull it tight to her, but he held firm. When she gave up and relaxed, he stroked his fingers between hers, then along her palms and over the sensitive undersides of her wrists. Tingles danced along her skin.

Then he suckled again and she gasped.