“I love everything about you, Michelle,” he echoed, and she hated that she wished he were saying those words in a different order. She tried desperately to push her emotions out of the bedroom, to kick them hard into the hallway, and just let herself take his words at face value. At body value. She begged her mind to go blank as best it could; to let her body lead the way back to him. “You are the most sensuous woman I’ve ever known.”

She heard a low growl from his throat, a deep primal sound of approval as he flicked his fingertip against the jewel in her ass. That did the trick. Oh, holy hell, did that do a number on her. Goodbye brain, hello body.

Flipping her over, he tugged off her panties in one fast move, leaving a glistening trail of wetness down the side of her leg. “I need your pussy in my face right now,” he said, returning to his rougher ways.

She arched her hips up, ready, so damn ready for him to touch her. But before he did, he tugged gently at the jewel, twisting it once, and then pulling it out, and dropping it onto the towel. The absence of it hit her hard, and even though it had been a low source of pressure, it had kept her humming. Now it was gone, and she found herself wanting to be filled again.

But that was probably the point.

Then, she found herself wanting nothing at all but this very moment as he buried his face between her thighs, and lapped her up. All thought faded, everything in her head disappeared. There was only the exquisiteness of this hungry man devouring her. Licking her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her, flicking the tip against her swollen clit. Heat scorched her veins. She was an inferno, and she was writhing and grinding into his relentless mouth, his hungry lips. She wasn’t sure who was louder, him or her, but they were both matching the music as she panted and moaned, and he made the sexiest sounds, as if he’d never been more turned on than he was right now.

She was vaguely aware of the sound of the bottle being opened, then seconds later, he slid his finger into her ass. All the way in, and her hips nearly shot off the bed.

She screamed his name, and he stopped for the briefest of seconds. “You’re so fucking ready,” he breathed out hard, returning in an instant to his mission.

“I am, oh God, I am,” she said, grabbing his head and riding it, fucking his face shamelessly, rocking her hips into him as he consumed her. The pressure from his finger and the intense pleasure from his mouth collided inside her in the perfect storm, and an orgasm blasted through her in a fury.

In seconds, he’d crawled up her and was straddling her. “Unzip my pants,” he growled, and she fumbled at the zipper. Somehow in this drugged-out, blissed-out state she was able to work it down, and his beautiful cock sprang free.