The Charmer (Harbor City 2)
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Something snapped all right. His control.
She was wearing canary yellow panties and a matching bra with a little white bow that nestled right between her tits. And she was showing it all to him. The high, round curves of her breasts. The triangle of freckles on the rise of her hip. The smooth line of her thighs leading straight to her panty-covered center. He hadn’t been so entranced by a woman in her underwear since Mary Katherine McMurray had stripped down to hers before they went night swimming at the beach during summer break from prep school. He’d been sixteen and a virgin then. Now, he was thirty with almost as many notches on his bedpost as people assumed. Still, he wasn’t sure if his dick realized the difference because he was about to fucking blow. Meanwhile, she was gnawing on her bottom lip and staring over his shoulder.
He let go of her hands and forced his own, palms flat, on the couch. “Let the dress drop.”
Her gaze skittered back to his face. Nerves. Bravado. Desire. “Bossy, aren’t you?”
“Don’t make me say it again.”
She didn’t. The dress fell to the floor. Her lips, wet from her tongue, were parted and she took in an unsteady breath, which emphasized the hard points of her nipples straining against her bra. He let his attention drop to the scrap of material covering her pussy, and there was no missing the dampness turning it a darker shade.
“Matches, you are so turned on right now.”
She stayed stubbornly quiet—not admitting to it and not asking for relief or for him to leave. Someone sure had that whole cut-off-your-nose-to-spite-your-face thing down. What she didn’t realize was that this wasn’t about showing her how to seduce Captain Clueless—Hudson had no fucks to give about that idiot’s turn-ons—this was about Felicia focusing on what turned her on. Going with the flow when you were giving pleasure was so much easier than figuring out what got you off, but she deserved more.
He traced his fingertips down her side, following her curves as they ebbed and flowed. “If you don’t know what you want that’s going to make you scream with pleasure and when you want it, you can’t ever give that kind of experience to anyone else.” He paused and looked up from her creamy flesh to her face, once again knocked sideways by how beautiful she was. “So, tell me, how turned on are you right now?”
“Very,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Good.” He hooked his fingers in the elastic band of her panties and pulled her closer until the creamy flesh of her stomach was only inches from his mouth. “What do you want?”
Her cheeks turned a deeper pink. “You know.”
“I need you to say it.”
When she remained silent, no doubt trying to find a loophole in his demand, he dipped his head lower and licked a long, slow line across skin right above her panties. She shivered against him and slid her fingers into his hair, pushing his head lower—or at least she tried to.
“Words.” He easily resisted her efforts to move him and kissed her hip. “There’s nothing more seductive.”
Her fingers in his hair tightened, and she tugged his head back. “I need you to lick me.”
“Here?” he asked and swiped his tongue from the center of her panties to her belly button.
She let out a little moan. “My clit.”
He pulled her panties down over her hips. “Just your clit?”
“No.” She shook her head, her gaze fuzzy. “All of it.”
“Just my tongue?” He shoved her panties the rest of the way down, baring her completely and giving him a first look at her swollen, glistening l
ips.
“Fingers, tongue, lips, whatever the hell you want to use, I just need to come.”
That was all he needed to hear. “Then do it.”
She hesitated for half a second before releasing his hair and pushing hard against his shoulder so he fell back on the bed. The gleam was back in her eyes—the one she’d had before she sucked his cock deep in her hot mouth—but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she crawled up his body, kissing and licking her way northward until she straddled his head. Again, her hands went to his head, threading through his hair, holding him in place.
“I want this,” she said, her voice husky with need, and lowered her slick folds to his mouth and rocked against him. It was the hottest thing a woman had ever done to him.
Wet and soft, he couldn’t get enough of her. Using just enough pressure to push her to the edge but not drive her over, he slicked his tongue up one side, slow and easy, before circling her clit and making his way down the other side at a steady, unhurried pace. He watched as she tossed back her head, lost in the chase for her orgasm, and began rotating her hips, pressing herself against his mouth with more urgency. Being between her legs, tasting, teasing, and taking her higher, it was the only place in the world he wanted to be because watching her let go like this was fucking amazing. He clamped his hands on her rounded hips, urging her to press against him as he laved his tongue over her. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, her back bowed, and she went rigid on top of him.
“Holy shit, do that again,” she begged.
He did, raising his head to change the angle for better contact. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head as she tightened her grip on his hair.