Lover Revealed (Black Dagger Brotherhood #4)(71)

Shit, he had to stop talking. Because if she took direction any better he was going to explode.

Oh, screw it. “Marissa, spread your legs farther apart for me. Spread them wide. And don’t stop what you’re doing.”

As she complied, he slowly, discreetly, shifted back and looked down her body. On the other side of yards of twisted, teal blue satin, her creamy thighs were split open, his hand disappearing between them, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made his cock pop in his pants.

Latching on to the closest breast, he gently smoothed one of her legs even wider. Then he moved all that skirting to the side, lifted his head and removed his hand. Down the flat plane of her stomach, past the dimple of her belly button, over the perfectly pale skin of her pelvic cradle, he saw the graceful little slit of her sex.

His whole body trembled. “So perfect,” he whispered. “So…exquisite.”

Enthralled, he moved down the bed and filled himself with the sight of her. Pink, glistening, delicate. And he was catching a contact high from her scent, his brain shorting out in a flickering series of sparks. “Oh…Jesus…”

“What’s wrong?” Her knees snapped together.

“Not a thing.” He pressed his lips to the top of her thigh and stroked her legs, trying to part them gently. “Never seen anything so beautiful.”

Hell, beautiful didn’t even cut it and he licked his mouth, his tongue desperate for so much more of that action. In an absent voice, he said, “God, baby, I want to go down on you so badly right now.”

“Go down?”

He flushed at her confusion. “I…ah, I want to kiss you.”

She smiled and sat up, taking his face between her hands. But when she tried to draw him to her, he shook his head.

“Not on your mouth this time.” As she frowned, he eased his hand back between her thighs. “Here.”

Her eyes flared so wide he wanted to curse. Way to make her feel relaxed, O’Neal.

“Why…” She cleared her throat. “Why would you want to do that?”

Good Lord, hadn’t she ever heard of…well, of course not. Aristocrats probably had very polite, very missionary sex, and if they even knew about the oral stuff, they certainly would never tell their daughters about it. No wonder she was shocked.

“Why, Butch?”

“Ah…because if I do it right, you’ll really enjoy it. And…yeah, so will I.”

He glanced down her body. Oh, God, would he enjoy it. Going down on a woman had never been something he’d had to do before. With her? He needed it. He craved it. When he thought about making love to her with his mouth, every square inch of him got hard.

“I just want to taste you so damned much.”

Her thighs relaxed a little. “Go…slowly?”

Holy shit, she was going to let him? He started to tremble. “I will, baby. And I’m going to make you feel good. I promise.”

He shifted farther down the mattress, staying to the side of her so she didn’t feel crowded. As he got closer to her core, his body whacked out on him even more and the small of his back got tight, just like it did right before he had an orgasm.

Man, he was so going to have to go slow. For the both of them.

“I love your scent, Marissa.” He kissed her belly button, then her hip, going downward inch by creamy inch. Lower…lower…until he finally pressed his closed mouth to the top of her cleft.

Which was great for him. The problem was she went totally rigid. And jumped as he laid his hand on her outer thigh.

He moved back up a little and rubbed his lips back and forth on her stomach. “I’m so lucky.”

“W-why?”

“How would you feel if someone trusted you like this? Trusted you with such a private thing?” He blew into her belly button, and she laughed a little as if the warm air tickled. “You honor me, you know that? You really do.”

He soothed her out with words and leisurely kisses that lingered a little longer and went a little lower each time. When she was ready, he swept his hand down the inside of her leg, clasped the back of her knee and gently separated her just a couple of inches for himself. He kissed her slit softly, again and again. Until the tension eased out of her.

Then he lowered his chin, opened his mouth, and licked her. She gasped and sat up.

“Butch…?” As if she were checking to make sure he knew what he’d done.

“Didn’t I tell you?” He bent down and lightly traced up her pink flesh with his tongue. “This is all about French kissing, baby.”

As he repeated the slow sweeps, her head fell back, and the tips of her breasts rose as her spine curled. Perfect. Just where he wanted her to be. Not worried about modesty or anything like that, just enjoying the feel of someone loving her like she deserved.

With a smile, he kept going, gradually dragging deeper and deeper until he got a real honest-to-God taste of her.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he swallowed. She was like nothing he’d ever pulled down his throat. The ocean and ripe melon and honey all together, a cocktail that made him want to weep from the perfection of it. More…he needed more. But goddamn, he had to put a choke hold on himself before he could keep going. He wanted to feast on her, and she wasn’t ready for that kind of gluttony.

As he took a little breather, she tilted her head up. “Is it over?”