“No, baby. What do you want?” I lean in and trace circles just below her chin. “Do you want to come?” I ask against her flesh.
“Mm,” she moans and reaches for my bicep. “Mm-hmm.”
I suckle her neck, nibbling her skin and reveling in the soft cries that escape her. “Use your words. Tell me you want to come.”
She swallows, her throat bobbing against my mouth, and I fight the smile that wants to make itself known.
“I-I want to come.” She swallows again, her spine straightening as she does. “I want you to make me come.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, and she shudders.
“Say that again.” Her voice rattles.
I grin and bring my lips to her ears, sucking the lobe before following her instructions. “Good girl.”
She pushes a breath through her nose and squeezes her thighs together at my words, but I use my fist to force them apart.
“What else, baby? What do you want?”
Siân pauses for a moment, and when I look at her, I sense she’s afraid to answer me. She looks away, but I grip her chin to keep her eyes trained on me.
“Never be afraid to demand what you need.” I scan her face to be sure she understands. “Okay?”
She nods.
I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. Words, beautiful.”
“Okay.”
“Now?”
“I-I…” She swallows again. “I want your mouth down there.” She tips her head toward her pussy, and I’m all too happy to oblige.
“Not good enough.”
She squirms with a frown pulling at her brows. My sweet girl—I’m going to corrupt her if it’s the last thing I do.
“Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.” The deepness of my voice causes a chill to run the length of her spine.
“I want you to eat my pussy,” she repeats this time with more conviction.
“Spread your legs then, baby.”
She moves at a snail’s pace, darting her gaze between my face and my hands on her legs. I help her along, pushing her thighs farther apart and scooting her closer to the edge of the counter. Her body jerks with the movement, and she leans back on her palms.
We both watch as I drag the tiny shorts from her body and toss them to the floor. When we make eye contact again, my breath catches in my throat.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that?”
She doesn’t respond, but I don’t expect her to. That was more for me than it was for her. I let out a hiss when I realize she was bare underneath those shorts. The scent of her arousal hits me in a wave, and it takes sheer willpower not to devour her. I want to savor this, take my time exploring every nook and fucking cranny of her being.
With my brows pulled tight in anticipation, I bring my face closer to her sex while running my thumb over her slit. I don’t part her, yet. No, I save that for later. Right now, I want to see how she reacts when pleasure is only an inch away.
I stare into her light green eyes, watching the change of her features, and I continue to run my finger along her pussy. As eager as ever, she pushes her pussy toward me. My dick throbs against my pants, and I reach down to give it a quick squeeze. He’ll get to play soon enough. Right now, it’s all about her and taking care of her.
Siân falls back on her elbows, her sights still trained on me. We make eye contact for a beat before I put my focus between the valley of her thighs. Parting her lower lips, I lick my own with need and determination.
Her clit is already hard and swollen for me, and her sex is dripping. With the pad of my middle finger, I trail her heat from her entrance to her beading bud, coating it with her honey.
“Fuck,” I groan. If she’s this wet before I barely even touch her, I can only imagine what she’ll feel like as she sheathes my cock. The tip of my dick aches at the thought, but I ignore the sensation. I don’t know who wants this more—her or me. Hell, maybe we want each other the same.
Replacing my finger with my tongue, I follow the same path, enjoying the taste of her nectar. Sweet, just like her. So fucking perfect, so fucking special. I can’t believe it’s taking me this long to have her here with me like this. Marco feared for her, and rightfully so, but all I can think about is how much we missed out on. All the years we’ve had to be apart because her father sent her away, denying me what’s mine—denying me her.
My hands swell over her thighs, and I grip her tight and bury my nose in her heat. I inhale the smell of her, locking it to memory. Siân lets out a loud moan when I suck her clit into my mouth, releasing it with a pop.