And that's exactly what he does.

James pulls up his knee and drives his heel into the floor. A sexy as hell growl erupts from his lungs as he comes, shooting into my mouth with zero shame. I close my eyes and focus on the way he's torturing me. My hips rear back while his lips seal a tight suction. He holds me in place and that only makes my skin tingle more when stars explode inside of me. I climax into his mouth as pleasure takes over both of us.

My body rolls to the side and my knee pulls up, flopping open. I'm bare to James, my spent pussy next to his face. It doesn't bother me though. I'm staring up at the rustic wood beam ceiling in a hazy daze trying to catch my breath.

"You're so pink right now," James says. "It's raw." His finger reaches out to softly touch the inside of my folds. "Does this hurt?"

"No. It feels like a feather is touching me." I swallow, my mouth parched.

"What about now?" he asks, with two fingers deep in my pussy now. I clench around him and shake my head, unable to form words.

I'm too weak to move but James has other plans. He plays with my sex, tracing the lines and inside my folds with his finger.

I watch his eyes study the act like he's lost to what he's doing. His gaze travels lower when the evidence of his pleasure mixed with mine slides down my ass. James sits up and maneuvers himself that so his cheek is resting on my thigh and he kisses my tender clit. I love that he's so comfortable with my body. This man needs no lessons in how to please a woman.

"James, I can't. I need a second."

"I’ll be gentle. Just lay there and let me play with you."

Who am I to argue with that?

There's no rush to James's kiss. He takes his time, lapping my sex with soft, gentle caresses. I hardly move when the orgasm appears like a burst of energy blowing into me. My legs attempt to scissor his body, little sighs push past my lips. He keeps the slow and steady pace the entire time while holding my legs in place so I can't move. When he does this, holds me still so I have to take what he's giving me, it lights a dark flame inside my belly. Having to remain still while a torment of heat and emotion tears through me always proves to be the biggest challenge of the day.

Twenty-Six

I gaze longingly out the French doors. Little flurries of snow fall right before my eyes roll shut and another intense orgasm blows through me. A sexy, long moan pushes past my lips. The sound of James sipping down my pleasure causes a tremble in my bones. I lift my hips to his face, angling them so the orgasm hits harder. It's the only way I can move my body as he wears me down to a pile a pleasure at his feet.