Just One Taste (Topped #2)(49)

“Spread your legs.”

She moved them apart, already feeling herself getting warm and wet and ready. He was going to put his mouth on her. He was going to taste her, and that meant something to him. His hands wrapped around her ankles and pushed them up and further apart. She was utterly open to him, her female parts on full display.

She should be horrified, but somehow she knew Eric would like it. He would love her being spread and open and willing to do what he wanted. This was submission. She sank into it, allowing herself to slip out of her ordinary self-consciousness. There wasn’t a place for it here. There was only what her Master wanted, what he needed from her. He spread her wide, splitting her open, and she couldn’t help but take a deep breath and let it happen.

He settled himself on the bed. She couldn’t see past his shoulders, but she would bet his knees were on the floor, his face right in her center. He looked up her body, his eyes locking with hers.

“I’m not thinking about anything but you.” She needed him to know that he was all she thought about these days. Yes, her ex-husband and his cruelty sank in from time to time, but it was Eric who had her attention. She was insecure, but every time they played she gained confidence. Every time he touched her, she got closer to him, and unless she was willing to walk away, it wasn’t going to change. She wasn’t going to be able to protect herself from him.

“I’m going to make sure of it,” he promised before lowering his head down.

A shudder went through her as she felt the heat of his breath along her feminine flesh. She tightened her grip on the headboard. Being still was already hard, but she was determined to give him this. She could see how selfish she’d been and she wanted to make him happy.

The first long drag of his tongue over her * made all those thoughts flee. This wasn’t something to suffer through for his benefit. This was amazing.

“Stop squirming or I’ll have to spank you,” he warned, the words rumbling along her skin.

She went completely still because she did not want him to stop. Spanking was fun, but what he’d done was beyond amazing. A gasp puffed from her mouth as he licked her again.

“This is sheer perfection. Don’t ever let anyone tell you this * isn’t the best treat in the world. I should know,” he said between nibbling bites. “This is sweet and tangy. I could eat this all day every day.”

Her body felt like a live wire, electricity sparking through her system. It took all her concentration to follow orders and stay still because all she wanted to do was buck against his mouth, make him take more, go deeper.

He was a sadist. He was making her crazy. The man teased and taunted her with little licks and bites. His tongue moved over her labia and then brushed against her clitoris, nearly making her scream in frustration when he backed off.

“Is there something wrong, Deena?”

If he wanted her to beg, he would find out she was absolutely not above doing it if it got her what she wanted. Her whole body was taut with anticipation. Despite the lack of intimacy, the sex they’d had trained her to expect pleasure from him. In only a few short weeks of sleeping with Eric, she’d come to crave what he could give her. He wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied. While it might be a fun game at times, Eric wasn’t a bastard who took and gave nothing back.

“Please, Sir. Eric, I need to come. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

“Tell me to f*ck you with my tongue. Tell me you love it when I devour you.”

“I do. I love it. It feels so good. Please f*ck me with your tongue.” The very act of saying the words, of hearing the way he growled them at her in that demanding Dom voice, got her even hotter. Every filthy word he said and commanded her to give back to him made her want more.

And he gave it to her. Without another word, he settled in and she felt the warm stroke of his tongue. He pierced her, diving deep inside while his thumb found her clitoris and started rubbing in circles. The rhythm seemed to follow the deep thrust of his tongue as he explored every inch of her *.

The wave hit her, making her call out and desperately clutch the headboard as the orgasm sped through her. Before she could even take a breath, he was up on his knees, reaching for a condom. He shoved his boxers off and started to roll the condom on his already hard cock.

Blood pounded through her, making her feel satiated and warm. She watched him through hooded eyes. His body was scarred and so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. She wondered what he’d looked like before years of war had taken their toll. Likely softer, more boyish. The war had taken all the softness from Eric Vail’s body and left nothing but rough man behind, but somehow it hadn’t touched his soul. Though his body carried the scars, he was still open and kind and more than loving.

Did she even deserve a man like that?

The question whispered across her brain but she forgot it the minute he climbed on the bed with her. His big body was suddenly between her legs and she could feel his cock beginning to press in.

“Let go of the headboard. I want to feel your arms around me.”

Because he never had. Because she’d been too scared. She’d been so selfish. She let go of her hold and let her arms drift around him as he started to work his way inside her body.

“This is what you taste like.” He lowered his lips down to meet hers and she could taste her own essence there. His tongue plunged deep, sliding against hers as he thrust inside.