And every inch it seemed it would be. His face, his throat, his arms, his chest. The dear woman even went down to his toes. Up his calves, over his knees, along his thighs. He’d never known the inside of his thighs were so sensitive, that a lick here and a nip there would cause his breath to hitch.

Then she stopped and studied his swollen cock. She had to know how badly he wanted her. The damn thing was practically begging for her touch. He reached for her. “Straddle me.”

Moving beyond his reach, she shook her head. “I’m not done yet.”

Resting back on his elbows, he waited, his nerves taut, his muscles fairly trembling with need. Leaning in, she puckered and blew air along the entire length of his shaft. He groaned low in anticipation. Then she gave him the wickedest, sauciest, most sensual of grins, her eyes dark and smoldering.

When her lips touched the head of his cock, he nearly exploded. “Jesus.”

Her tongue slowly circled the incredibly sensitive skin. When she closed her mouth around him, he dropped back on the pillow, lost in the sensations. She took her time, tormenting him as though she’d been born to do so. He threaded his fingers through her hair because he needed to touch her, needed a deeper connection than simply feeling her wedged between his legs.

She was keeping every wicked promise with which she’d ever teased him. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Again, with her, there was the open honesty. She never said what she didn’t mean. With her, he’d always known exactly where he stood.

Her mouth was so hot, so wet, so damned skilled. He knew she’d been a virgin when he took her the night before, had felt her body give way to him, but she pleasured him now like the highest paid courtesan. No, better than that. She wasn’t doing it for money. She was doing it because she wanted to. She was here now because he meant something to her. She’d not uttered the words, not told him that she loved him, but how could she give so much to him if she didn’t?

Pushing himself back up, he watched as her mouth slid along the length of his cock. “I’m close to bursting, Fancy. Straddle me now. I want my cock inside your sweet haven.”

Offering support, he eased her up and assisted her as she slid down, enveloping him completely. Blanketing her mouth, he tasted himself on her tongue. Sitting up, with one arm under her bottom, the other clasped against her back, he guided her as she rode him hard and fast, her hands stroking his shoulders, his back, as though she couldn’t get enough of him.

Her sighs and mewls heightened his own pleasure. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me again.”