It was the cockiest shit I’d ever heard, but I didn’t have a chance to respond before his mouth was on me.
“Paul!” I cried, my hand flying to the edge of the table to grip it, sending more papers and things flying. Practically everything that had covered the surface was on the floor now, but whatever. I’d pick it up later when the hottest guy I’d ever met didn’t have his face buried in my pussy.
The touch was electric. I could feel the heat of him so intensely as he licked, but it wasn’tenoughbecause of the thin barrier of fabric between us. I was desperate to rip my underwear in two, and I almost asked Paul to do it, but then I remembered they were my comfy bamboo-fiber ones that I ordered online. Once I’d hit twenty-five, I realized I was too old for packs of polyester panties that didn’t let my lady bits breathe.
“Paul…” I whispered, as if I could possibly string enough words together to explain. Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about it for long. Paul hooked his fingers around the soaked fabric and pulled it to the side.
“There you are,” he said in that loud rumble that sent heat coursing through me. His fingers gently followed the path his tongue had tread, teasing at my clit before sliding down. “Already so wet for me.”
I wish I had some witty repartee, but no, the motor-mouthed Cheribelle ofHaus de Donmouecould make no other sounds but little gasps as he teased me.
And teased me.
Andteasedme.
“More,” I whined without an ounce of shame. Why should I feel bad about anything when he was making me feel so good? “P-please, more.”
“This isn’t enough for you?” Paul growled, placing a gentle kiss on my center.
It really wasn’t. Not when I could feel ecstasy was only a few experienced movements away.And I could tell that Paul knew it.It figured that the composed, always responsible VanMarche had a sadistic streak in him. It was always the quiet ones.
“N-no,” I rasped, then his mouth was truly on me, and my soul promptly fled my body. “Fuck. Like that. P-p-please, just like that!”
Normally, I wasn’t one to beg so easily, but it had been a lifetime-and-a-half since I was eaten out properly. Paul, although not the most chatty individual, certainly knew how to use his mouth.
His warm, strong tongue teased around my clit before flicking over it, slowly building pressure until I was bucking against him. He gripped my left hip, keeping me from liftingentirely off the table as he circled my entrance with the fingers of his free hand, then slid inside me, curling just so to drive me crazy.
And oh God, did I feel like I was going insane in all of the best ways. Pressure was building up in my abdomen, a delicious promise of what could be and whatwouldbe.
“More, more, more,” I chanted. I’d always been a mouthy lover—big surprise—but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him to know exactly how he was ruining me. And since he didn’t have the ability to see people’s feelings in bold technicolor, I needed to use my words.
And he gave me more.
Despite the impossibility of it, despite the fact that every nerve in my body was electrified, I continued to spiral higher and higher until it was finally too much, and everything that had been building in me exploded in a vibrant wave of colors and sensation.
It was too much, far too much, but I drank it down, reveling in every second of pleasure that surged through my body. I could barely breathe, and a keening sound ripped its way out of my throat as I arched up off the surface of the table.
“Paul!” I gasped. Or did I scream?
He devoured me like he truly had a wolf’s appetite, and when he pulled away, the lower half of his face was shiny. He gave me a satisfied grin, likehewas the one who just had the best orgasm in… God, it had to have been years.
“Marks…” he rumbled, his canines so sharp in his mouth that I almost missed what he said. I was learning a whole lot about myself, and I’d have to think about it all when I wasn’t about to get cracked like a glowstick.
“Huh?”
“I left some marks,” he said again, and I didn’t know if he was articulating better or if I was actually listening, but this timeI understood enough to look down at my thighs. I had little knicks where he’d gripped my thigh. I stared at them a moment, realizing they were just superficial and yet…
Is that hot?
Yes.
Hell yeah.
“You did,” I said, licking my lips. “You wanna make more?”
His eyes flashed at that, going from cool, slate-gray to golden around the edges. Instead of being frightened of the incursion of his animal side, I was intrigued.
Furry.