A Devil Named DeVere (The Devil DeVere)(86)

She reached out to him and stroked a finger along the underside of his shaft. It jumped in response. "What now, Effendi?" she inquired in a sultry voice and then circled her thumb over the bulbous head. His chest rose sharply, and his eyes fluttered. The feeling of power from that single, light touch made her giddy and filled her with an overwhelming desire to devastate him, to ravage him with pleasure so profound and unforgettable that it would haunt him...as he had once done to her.

He kissed her again, long and deep, his tongue thrusting hungrily into her mouth and then released her, joining her on the slab, straddling her hips with his muscular thighs. He guided her hands to her outer breasts and positioned his long and heavy shaft between them. "I want you to press them together, to sheath me and hold me between them."

She complied, watching his head fall back with a groan as he pushed himself between the soft, slick mounds of her breasts. She tracked the motion of the purple crown of his sex as it advanced and receded from sight in slow and rhythmic strokes. His face was flushed, and his lids hooded, eyes grown dark with passion. She saw him steal a glance downward. His face drew taut with concentration; his pace quickened from long and languid glides to short, stabbing thrusts. His breathing ragged, he stared at her and at his thrusting shaft with a gaze drunk with lust.

With a sudden surge of daring, she stared back into his eyes and darted out her tongue, teasing the underside of his shaft with tantalizing little flicks in sync with his advance and retreat.

"Dear God Almighty." He moaned.

Filled with smug satisfaction, Diana raised her head, tilting it toward him for better reach, circling and swirling the bulbous head with her tongue. His hands came over hers, squeezing her tighter, rocking his hips, a rictus of rapture coming over his face.

"Please, take me in your mouth," he panted, "however you are able."

Sensing it would bring him imminent climax, Diana pulled back, releasing both mouth and breasts. His eyes snapped open, and a primal sound erupted from his chest.

"No, Effendi"—she gave him a taunting smile—"it's not time yet, for that's only number two."

***

"I could finish it myself, you know." He loomed over her ominously. "I could just fist my cock and spurt my seed all over that smooth, white belly of yours."

"You could...but you won't," she challenged back.

"No?" he asked and moved as if to carry out his threat.

She arched a brow. "No, you won't. You're enjoying this too much."

"Fuck it all, yes!" he cried, sitting back on his heels. "You're driving me insane!"

She laughed a low and sultry sound. "That is the intent. I am given to understand the final release will be as if you are transported to the third heaven. It is why I came—to bring you to your knees."

"If you want me on my knees, I seem to recall making that offer not so long ago. But six times? That's a very dangerous proposition you make."

"Perhaps," she said, giving him an artless lift of her brow. "Do you suppose you lack the fortitude?"

He emitted a rumbling laugh and wrapped her hand around his hot, hard, pulsing length. "Does it appear as if I do?"

He noted her hard swallow. "Appearances can sometimes be deceiving."

"Not in this case, my dear. And if you insist on six times, I am more than happy to oblige you...but it will be in as many different ways."

"Six ways?" She sat up with a blink. "Are there still so many more?"

"As I have said before, there are countless paths to pleasure, and we have only explored a fraction of them between us. Now I ask you, and only once, for there will be no turning back—do you still wish to carry on with this game of yours?"

She licked her lips and met his gaze with steeliness. "I do," she said. "I wish to explore all there is between us, Ludovic, and in any way you can conceive; for how else can this thing"—she gestured wildly between them—"come to its final and inevitable conclusion?"

He gave her a predatory smile. "How else, indeed?"

***

Her hand was still wrapped around him, and he was still slick with oil. Diana squeezed lightly, loving the feel of him in her hand. She gazed up at him with her most seductive smile and ran her tongue slowly over her lips. "Lie down, Ludovic," she commanded. "You wanted me to take you in my mouth. It is my wish now to do so."

"So this is to be my third torture? I am to suffer the agony of your delectable mouth?" His pupils flared with desire.

"Yes," she replied.

"And such a lovely mouth it is." He brushed his thumb along the seam of her gently parted lips. "You were made for this, Diana." He kissed her again, slowly, deeply, thoroughly, gently nibbling the tender flesh of her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth before slowly releasing. It was a kiss intended to rekindle the flames smoldering deep in her belly. It did much more.

She pressed him backward. He complied readily until she attempted to straddle his legs as he had done earlier to her.

"No," he said. "Turn around."

"What?"

"You heard me. I want you to face away from me."

"But that places my—"

"Delectable bottom within reach? Precisely, my dear." His words held an underlying menace, a promise of the most illicit and decadent retaliation that set every nerve on full alert. "You may do your worst, love, but just remember, two can play the same game."