“Marcel.” I wiggle my behind, bumping into his erection, leaning forward, trying anything I can to get him inside of me.
But my man won’t be rushed. He slides his hand between my thighs, going straight for my clit. He gently flicks his thumb against me and I squirm.
“Like that, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Good God, every part of this man is talented when it comes to working my body. He increases the pressure slowly until I’m squirming.
“Marcel, please,” I beg.
“Shhh,” he whispers against my ear. “Don’t come yet.”
“I…I don’t think I can…I need more…oh my God.”
He stops.
I cry out in frustration. “Why?”
An evil chuckle flows past his lips. This is his favorite game of torture. Taking me right to the edge. Mine, too, even if I’m not in the mood to admit it.
“Please?” I shift on my toes, eager to release the tension inside me.
“That’s all you’ve got? Please?”
Bastard. “Please let me come.”
“You’re beautiful.” He traces one finger along my neck. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Why?”
“Because I get to fuck you for the rest of my life.”
Sweetness burns through my frustration. “I’m the lucky one.” I rub my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache. “Usually. You’re extra sadistic tonight.”
“Maybe.” He brushes his lips over my shoulder. “I love watching you squirm.”
His arms band around my waist and he lifts me, carrying me into the bedroom. “Get on the bed and spread out for me the way I like.”
I can’t scramble onto the mattress fast enough. There’s no hesitation as I rest my feet flat and spread my legs wide.
“God, you’re a beautiful sight.” He falls to his knees like he’s about to pray at the altar of my body. “Come closer.”
I inch near the edge of the bed and he yanks me the rest of the way, burying his face against me. The same maddening dance starts a second time. Slow heat races over me. Tension tightens my muscles. Butterfly-light kisses turn into harder licks and sucks.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Make me come. Please.”
He slides one finger inside me, turning it and rubbing gently at the spot that sets my legs quivering.
“How?” He raises an innocent eyebrow and rubs harder. “Like this?”
“Do you need me to draw a treasure map?” I reach down and use two fingers to expose myself. “Your tongue on my clit always works wonders.”
He shakes with laughter, his shoulders bumping my thighs as he swoops in, wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks hard.
“Fuck!” My hips shoot off the bed.
He thrusts a second finger inside me, quickly pumping them in and out while his mouth devours me with hard, fast, open-mouthed kisses.