The Devil You Know (The Devil DeVere #3)(30)

“Teach me,” she insisted. “Show me what pleases you.” She moved to his other nipple and gave it an experimental nibble.

He groaned. “Your wish to do so is an aphrodisiac in itself.”

“No. That is not enough. I want to give you the same mindless pleasure you gave me.”

His eyes narrowed. His erection reared up between them, tenting the sheet. “Don’t tease, minx. You’ll get far more than you bargained for.”“Really?” she challenged, his ominous look heating her blood.

Emboldened to prove herself, she reached for him, grasping his sex in her hand while her mouth played over his abdomen, growing more fevered as she followed the seductive trail to the object of her desire.

She crept down his body, licking, kissing, biting as her hand worked his shaft. She gripped him harder, closed her eyes, and brushed her lips across the sensitive tip. The smooth sleek texture of him surprised her. She stretched out her tongue, gliding across the purple head, giving an experimental flick to the underside of his shaft.

He jumped in her hand. “Sweet Jesus.” He groaned and palmed her head. “Please, just take me in.”

“In? You want to be inside my mouth?” He was large and thick, his length daunting. She felt her courage falter.

“Yes. Speaking bluntly, I want you to open your beautiful lips and swallow me whole...but if the notion unsettles you...”

“No,” she answered softly. “I just didn’t know...what you expected...”

“I would never ask anything that repulses you, Diana. The act of love should only bring pleasure. Don’t take me in your mouth unless you want this. I kissed and tongued you because I love the taste and scent of you, because it excites the hell out of me to make you come with my mouth. Do this because you are hungry for me, because it excites you to take me to the brink of the abyss, or don’t do it at all.”

He was hard and hot and throbbing in her hand, and she could see the stark desire in his eyes. He wanted it so badly, yet he still did not demand. The knowledge was bolstering and incredibly arousing.

“Yes,” she said. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste your desire, to give you bliss.”

***

She dipped her head, and her parted lips were gliding over him with more confidence, her tongue circling his crown, exploring the tiny slit and the bead of salty moisture with delicious, little darts. His breath hitched.

“Good. That’s very good,” he encouraged, gently cupping her nape, riffling her silky hair. “Open your mouth now, Diana, and take me in. Slowly. Breathe through your nose. Use your lips, your tongue.

No teeth,” he added brusquely.

She closed her eyes and opened to him, laving with her tongue as his length slid inch by inch into the wondrous wetness of her mouth.

“Relax, Diana. Pull me deeper,” he commanded, tamping down the urge to thrust. “Suck upon the release. Harder. Use that velvet tongue.”

She answered with an effort that was unschooled but heavenly, a decadent delight. He lost himself in the euphoria of her hands and lips, the swirl of her tongue drawing him deep into her mouth, the sultry sucking sounds, the pulling of sweet friction on the release.

“God, yes,” he groaned as he threaded his fingers through her hair. Her rhythm increased with the encouragement, her mouth becoming a voracious vortex of pleasure. Every fiber of his being fired with exquisite sensation. His vision blurred, his sac contracted. He was going to explode hard. But not this way. Not this time.

“Enough,” he growled. His bollocks throbbed with agonizing pressure to release his essence. Still, he withdrew from her mouth.

“But you haven’t...”

“No. I won’t come in your mouth. Not the first time,” he said, tamping down the powerful compulsion to do just that. Instead, he flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her thighs. He slid a hand under her belly to raise her hips, and she bucked under him with a strangled sound.

“No! Please don’t!” she cried out with a hysterical sob and burrowed her face into the pillow.

Christ Jesus! He turned her over. “Diana, what the devil is wrong?”

Her eyes were wide. She trembled. “Weren’t you going to...”

“Sodomize you?” he finished, aghast. “Did he...”

Her lower lip quivered. She nodded mutely.

“That bloody buggering bastard!” His vision blurred again, but this time in blind rage. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, stroking, soothing. “It’s all right, my love. I won’t ever do anything to hurt you. Do you understand me, Diana?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, his fury adding a harsh and unfamiliar edge to his voice. “Just know that whatever we do together is about mutual pleasure. I will never do anything you don’t wish me to do.”

“I know that now,” she said, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him back.

“Do you? Then let us be certain.” He pulled her down on top of him.“What are you doing?”

“Putting you in control,” he answered, positioning her thighs on either side of his hips. “We shall start the races early, my dear, for you shall ride me.”





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