inhibition. He watched with an incredulous expression as she lowered herself to her knees. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she brushed her lips against the silky smooth crown of flesh. She smiled in satisfaction. “You have an impressive scepter, my liege.” She looked up to see his eyes flutter shut as she slowly circled him with her tongue, his pleasure inciting her to greater boldness. “Do you wish me to pay full and proper obeisance to my king?”
He reached for her with a moan. “Dear God, yes.”
She ran her tongue the length of him, paying reverent homage to his kingly scepter with her mouth, kissing and licking the underside and coming back up with long wet strokes and teasing darts. She flicked across the head, delving gently into the small slit, relishing the salty tang of him that made her channel clench in want. His fingers trembled in her hair when she, at last, took the length of him greedily into her mouth.
***
Hot, wet, mind-melting heat encompassed him, making his legs weak and obliterating everything beyond her wondrous lips wrapped about his cock, sliding up and down, her tongue working his length, her hands gently caressing his sac. His heart slammed against his chest in rhythm with the ebb and flow of her mouth, the sultry sucking sounds as she worked him, taking him deeper, swallowing him to the hilt. Though she was the one on her knees, he had never felt more humbled, weak, and vulnerable. The intensity of sensation and emotion was almost terrifying. How the devil had the tables turned?
Yet it was nothing less than paradise, and he thought he would die from the pleasure of it. Tension coiled deep in his belly, and his bollocks tightened. Though he never wanted it to end, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. “Enough.” He groaned, sliding himself from her mouth and pulling her to her feet.
She regarded him with a look of bewildered disappointment. “But you didn’t—did I not please you?”
He answered her with a kiss, passionate, deep, and long. “I don’t wish to end it that way,” he said. “I am humbled by your generosity in doing for me what no other woman has done for a very long time.”
“It was what I wanted to do,” she said. “I wanted to feel you in my mouth. I wanted to fill you with so much pleasure you would burst. It is, after all, my fantasy as well as yours.”
His lips twitched. “Then I came very close to granting your wish. But that is not what I want.”
“No?” she asked. “I thought it was what all men most desired.”
“I’ve told you before, Kitty. I am not like other men.”
“I know you aren’t,” she agreed in a whisper. “But then what do you most want?”
The image from DeVere’s book, the shocking illustration that had fascinated him, flashed vividly before his eyes. “You really wish to know?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Then I will tell you my darkest fantasy, and if you will only grant me this, I promise you heaven in return.”
“I meant what I said. I will do anything to please you.”
“My deepest desire is to explore your most intimate places with my hands, lips, teeth, and tongue. I want to taste you and bury my face in your luscious quim and make your body rack with uncontrollable spasms of pleasure...and I want to be in your mouth when you do.”
***
Phoebe was breathless, thoughtless, stunned. At the same time, her body thrummed with erotic excitement. He lifted her onto the edge of the bed, kissing her hungrily while she tore at his remaining clothes. His hands and mouth explored, licking and plying hot, biting kisses to her throat, shoulders, and softly molded breasts. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking, teasing, and gently nibbling, sending sublime shocks of sensation straight to her womb. She threw her head back with a cry, but he only continued the tantalizing torture until she was wet and writhing.
“Lie back,” he commanded, pressing her backward, a subtle smile hovering over his face. He
He reached for her with a moan. “Dear God, yes.”
She ran her tongue the length of him, paying reverent homage to his kingly scepter with her mouth, kissing and licking the underside and coming back up with long wet strokes and teasing darts. She flicked across the head, delving gently into the small slit, relishing the salty tang of him that made her channel clench in want. His fingers trembled in her hair when she, at last, took the length of him greedily into her mouth.
***
Hot, wet, mind-melting heat encompassed him, making his legs weak and obliterating everything beyond her wondrous lips wrapped about his cock, sliding up and down, her tongue working his length, her hands gently caressing his sac. His heart slammed against his chest in rhythm with the ebb and flow of her mouth, the sultry sucking sounds as she worked him, taking him deeper, swallowing him to the hilt. Though she was the one on her knees, he had never felt more humbled, weak, and vulnerable. The intensity of sensation and emotion was almost terrifying. How the devil had the tables turned?
Yet it was nothing less than paradise, and he thought he would die from the pleasure of it. Tension coiled deep in his belly, and his bollocks tightened. Though he never wanted it to end, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. “Enough.” He groaned, sliding himself from her mouth and pulling her to her feet.
She regarded him with a look of bewildered disappointment. “But you didn’t—did I not please you?”
He answered her with a kiss, passionate, deep, and long. “I don’t wish to end it that way,” he said. “I am humbled by your generosity in doing for me what no other woman has done for a very long time.”
“It was what I wanted to do,” she said. “I wanted to feel you in my mouth. I wanted to fill you with so much pleasure you would burst. It is, after all, my fantasy as well as yours.”
His lips twitched. “Then I came very close to granting your wish. But that is not what I want.”
“No?” she asked. “I thought it was what all men most desired.”
“I’ve told you before, Kitty. I am not like other men.”
“I know you aren’t,” she agreed in a whisper. “But then what do you most want?”
The image from DeVere’s book, the shocking illustration that had fascinated him, flashed vividly before his eyes. “You really wish to know?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Then I will tell you my darkest fantasy, and if you will only grant me this, I promise you heaven in return.”
“I meant what I said. I will do anything to please you.”
“My deepest desire is to explore your most intimate places with my hands, lips, teeth, and tongue. I want to taste you and bury my face in your luscious quim and make your body rack with uncontrollable spasms of pleasure...and I want to be in your mouth when you do.”
***
Phoebe was breathless, thoughtless, stunned. At the same time, her body thrummed with erotic excitement. He lifted her onto the edge of the bed, kissing her hungrily while she tore at his remaining clothes. His hands and mouth explored, licking and plying hot, biting kisses to her throat, shoulders, and softly molded breasts. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking, teasing, and gently nibbling, sending sublime shocks of sensation straight to her womb. She threw her head back with a cry, but he only continued the tantalizing torture until she was wet and writhing.
“Lie back,” he commanded, pressing her backward, a subtle smile hovering over his face. He
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