Yeah, she thought she might just like that. He used his hands to press her legs open even wider. The cool air hit her hot folds, and she shivered.
“You are so wet.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Oh, it’s a very good thing. I want you nice and wet when I take you.”
She opened her mouth to tell him. To come clean. But then he leaned in and ran his tongue through her folds. She cried out, attempting to muffle the sounds with her arm. Yeah, the walls were thick, but she didn’t want to chance one of her brother’s goons walking past and reporting back to him.
“Is the door locked?” Garret asked. His breath whispered across her clit, and she shivered.
“Yes.” On both sides.
“Good. Because I’ll kill anyone who interrupts this.”
* * *
He reached for the bottle of wine and then shocked her by tipping some onto her breast. The cold vintage made her gasp, but he chased it with his warm mouth, making her groan. He dribbled some onto her tummy, trailed the rivulets with his tongue. Then he moved the bottle lower. He wou
ldn’t dare, would he?
Oh, she should have known better.
He lay between her open legs and tipped some cold wine onto her pussy. He hummed as he lapped the wine from her skin. Jesus, this was like nothing she’d ever imagined. Decadent. Playful. Intense. He set the bottle of wine down then parted her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue up her slit.
“The wine was delicious. But you taste like fucking heaven.”
When he reached her clit, his tongue jabbed at it. There was something hovering close by. She grasped at the carpet beneath her, hoping for something to anchor herself with. With one hand, he reached up and took hold of hers. She clung to him. He circled her clit. Her thighs trembled. She felt something well inside her. A wave that built in momentum as he flicked at that bundle of nerves. Hitting the same delicious spot over and over. She tensed, crying out as she shattered. His hand moved quickly to her mouth, smothering her screams of pleasure. Her pussy contracted. Released. The orgasm pounded into her. Waves washed through her. She’d never experienced this before. Ever.
She was dimly aware of him laying a kiss to her mound then lying on his back and pulling her on top of him, cuddling her close.
“Sh. Sh.” He ran his hand up and down her back, holding her close. “It’s okay.”
It was then she realized she was crying. Holy shit. That was embarrassing. She clumsily wiped at the tears. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Sometimes when you experience a hard orgasm it can be overwhelming.”
So overwhelming that she cried like a baby? She never cried. What must he think of her? Although if the hard rod poking into her stomach was any indication, her tears weren’t reducing his own arousal.
She swallowed heavily. She knew what came next, and there was something she definitely needed to tell him before they moved on any further. She’d hoped he would have caught the hints she’d laid out, but that didn’t seem to be happening. She just wished she didn’t have to break the mood.
“Garret?”
“Yeah,” he said lazily, squeezing her ass with his hand. She felt a pulse of desire. He massaged her buttocks with his hands. “Like that, don’t you?”
She thought it best not to answer. Besides, she thought it was obvious how much she liked it.
“I have something to tell you.” She paused, unable to find the words.
Garret rolled them so they faced each other. He cupped her face between his warm hands. Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “You can tell me anything.”
She wished she could believe that. She would love to tell this man all her secrets and feelings. To have someone other than Roger to unload on. Roger was a good listener, but he didn’t really give the best advice.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.
“Made love?”
“Yes.”