She writhed against his mouth, arching and pleading. He pushed his fingers inside her, licking exquisitely, and then his mouth reclaimed her sex, and those wet fingers moved to her bottom, teasing over the forbidden spot that only he had ever touched. “Yes…” She clung to his shoulders, shaking, her thoughts frayed as he worked her to perfection, taking her right up to the edge and holding her there. He devoured, teased, and taunted until she was barely holding on to her sanity, a stream of indiscernible pleas spilling from her lips. When he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, she lost it, crying out as she rode his mouth, nails digging into his skin, hips bucking, her moans filling the room. He stayed with her, feasting, fucking, and driving her wild, until she collapsed, dizzy and sated, against him.

“Christ, baby, I love watching you come.” He lifted her chin, kissing her slow and sweet and leaving her breathless. “I love everything about you. I hope you know how special you are.”

She looked at him through half-mast eyes as he rose to his feet. “How could I not? You show me every day.” In so many ways. He brought her flowers, watched her performances, kept her safe without being overbearing, encouraged her every endeavor, and loved her so completely, she’d gone from not believing in love herself to never wanting to see a day without him in it.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, dragging her nails, and her lips, down his chest and biting his nipple. He cursed, and that sexy sound spurred her on. She did it again, and he inhaled sharply. His dark eyes bored into her as she wet her hand with her own arousal and fisted his cock, giving it a tight tug as she lowered herself into a chair.

He stepped closer, and she smiled up at him. “Don’t come in my mouth. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Such a naughty girl.” He ran his fingers over her lips, and she bit the tips, earning a low growl.

She released his fingers and brought his cock to her mouth, gliding her tongue over the broad head, loving the flames in his eyes. As she took him in her mouth, he tangled his hands in her hair and pumped his hips. She squeezed him tighter, her hand following her mouth as she quickened her efforts. His muscles tensed, and she knew he was close. She saw him eyeing the table and knew what he was thinking seconds before he withdrew and pulled her to her feet, bending her over that table. He gave her ass a playful smack, and a surprised squeak fell from her lips. God, she loved their sexy times. She looked over her shoulder, their eyes connecting sharp and searing as she said, “Again.”