“I’m on fire.”
“Then we should get you out of this dress.”
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His fingers twined with the thin straps on her shoulders and he eased them downward, the front peeling away to her waist once more. Then he gave the material a gentle shove at her hips and caught the garment before it dropped to the floor. He knelt before L.L. and helped her out of the sparkly silver dress and sandals.
He straightened and draped the gown over a wingback chair. Returning, he took L.L. in from head to toe in a long, slow gaze, memorizing every gorgeous inch of her and marveling at the little imperfections that made her less pedestal-goddess and more tangible female.
“You really are quite stunning,” he told her, incapable of not worshipping her at least a tiny bit.
“Stop staring and start touching.”
He led her to the desk against the wall. Clasping her waist, he lifted her up so she was perched on the edge. He spread her legs wide, propping her feet on the desk. Tague’s head dipped and he drew her nipple deep into his mouth. Sucked hard.
“Oh!” she cried out. Her back bowed, pressing the plump mound against his face. His tongue flitted over the pebbled bead before he suckled again, causing her to dig her nails into his shoulders. “That makes me so wet.”
He peered up at her. “I want you dripping. For me.”
L.L.’s breath hitched.
He paid the same attention to her other breast, curling his tongue around her nipple then sucking. While his fingers glided along her slick folds, slowly caressing.
“I love feeling your hands and mouth on my body,” she murmured.
He rubbed the pearls against her clit and she let out a sexy whimper.
Everything within Tague pulled tight, stretching to the max. His cock throbbed in erratic beats.
He needed her. Bad.
But pleasuring this woman was currently his sole focus.
His mouth left her breast and skimmed over her quivering stomach, lower to her pussy as he knelt between her legs. His palms pressed along the insides of her thighs. His breath blew against her small, pink lips, glistening with the desire he elicited.
“You could make me orgasm without even touching me.”
He glanced up at her, finding the striking face he’d already come to crave seeing even more mesmeric now, while she was in the throes of passion.
“The way you look at me really is stirring,” she told him.
“As though I’ve never seen anything like you?”
She nodded.
“I haven’t. I told you…everything about you is different.” His tongue whisked over her dewy folds. Tasting her. Toying with her.
“Oh, God.” She bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan.
“No need to hold back, baby,” he reminded her.
She released her lip. “Right. It’s just that I already know how wonderfully insane you’re about to make me.”
Her hand moved from his shoulder to tangle in his hair. The other flattened on the desk to steady her.
He continued gazing up at her, riveted. But also gauging whether she was ready for him.
She pulled in a harsh breath, let it out slowly. Then said, “Do it. Lick my pussy. Make me come.”