His head bent to hers and he whispered in her ear, “I want you in ways you might not even know of.”A prickle along her clit made her squirm in his arms, her stomach rubbing against his erection. He groaned again. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.” She didn’t have to think twice about it. She might not possess his sexual prowess or know exactly the ways in which he wanted to take her, but she didn’t care. She’d easily and willingly give herself up to his every desire. But she also had cravings of her own. “Darien,” she muttered against his hair as her fingers threaded through the wet strands. “I want to give you pleasure.”
His arms tightened around her. “You do, Jade. More than you can possibly know.”
“No.” She shifted in his embrace, forcing him to release her. The water washed away the suds on his body, leaving a clean stream to cascade over his chiseled torso and legs. She sank to her knees before him, marveling at his long, thick cock.
“Jade.” His tone held a hint of urgency and a contradictory note of protest.
Her fingers skimmed over the smooth flesh covering his steel rod and his hips jerked in response. She bit back a smile. Piggybacking on his earlier sentiment, she told him, “I want you in ways I’ve never given much thought to. To touch you…taste you…” She licked her lips. “I want to know all of you.”
With that, her fingers wrapped gingerly around his base and her lips slid slowly along his slick skin until she reached the tip, where she teased the groove beneath his head with her tongue before flicking it over the slight indentation above.
He let out a primal and incredibly arousing growl. Her mouth closed over his head and his fingers plowed through her hair.
“Jade,” he repeated, his voice gruff with lust. “Careful.”
She didn’t want to be careful when it came to this. Instinctively, she knew when to be cautious and tentative. Innately, she also knew when to step beyond her boundaries. This was certainly one of those times.
As she took Darien deep into her mouth and he murmured something sharp and strangled she couldn’t catch, she felt a surge of feminine power she’d never experienced before, combined with a bond that was obviously intangible by nature, but which ribboned around her heart
nonetheless.
Her pussy ached for the fulfillment she knew she’d receive from the cock she pleasured, but her sole attention was on giving Darien something in return for all he’d given her. And because he was too delicious a treat to pass up.
He held her drenched strands of hair away from her face and the gentle flow of water from the rectangular showerhead caressed her forehead and cheeks, running along her neck and over her breasts. The scintillating sensations tempted her to ease a hand between her parted legs and work the knot of nerves that pounded erratically as excitement coursed through her. But she resisted. Her efforts remained on Darien.
She licked him again, eliciting a grunt from him. Then she cupped his balls with one hand and gently massaged them, not sure of the appropriate pressure to apply. Apparently, she hit the right degree, because he hissed out a breath and his fingers gripped her strands of hair.
When she covered his head with her mouth again, he bucked against her.
“Suck me hard.”
She did. His satisfied groan made her pussy throb sharply. She worked him with her tongue and her lips, driven by how he responded to her and how intensely she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth and the reaction she evoked.
His voice was raspy as he said, “That’s enough.”
She would have begged to differ, but her mouth was full. The suctioning action she’d picked up rather quickly served her well, if the sudden trembling of his legs was any indication.
“I’m going to come,” he said the words in warning. Having read a few steamy romances herself from a time before hers, she had a very good idea of what to expect. And she didn’t back down. “Sweetheart.” Coming from him, the term of endearment sounded damn sexy.
She sucked him harder, worked him a bit faster, until his body tensed. Her own excitement elevated and she felt him reach the pinnacle. When he called out her name and his hips jerked again, she prepared herself for his explosive release.
“Damn it, Jade,” he ground out as he rode his climax.
Elation flooded her veins, tinged with a hint of triumph. She’d nearly brought the Demon King to his knees with her unskilled touch. He even needed to press a hand to the wall behind her to maintain his balance.
She released him and stared up at him, finding the mixture of satisfaction and ecstasy on his face an exhilarating one. Though she didn’t succumb to gloating.
Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t stand a chance against you when you set your mind to something.”
“I have a lot to learn, but I’m willing to take many, many more lessons.”
He pushed away from the wall and gently clasped her upper arms, helping her stand. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was some sort of ploy to knock me off my feet.”
Feeling particularly flirty, she gave him a sassy look. “Who says it’s not?”
He groaned. His arms wrapped around her and he said, “I don’t need much time to recover.” He backed her against the marble. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”