Owning Violet (The Fowler Sisters #1)(39)
“Spread your legs open.”
I do as he asks, my shoes sliding across the floor. I can feel myself. I’m wet. So wet and aching for him, I feel light-headed. Like I could faint.
And then he’s right there in front of me, his mouth taking mine hungrily, his hand pressed against my right breast, cupping my flesh, his thumb circling my nipple. I lift into him, a moan breaking free as his tongue finds mine. His hands are everywhere, his mouth like a drug that I can’t get enough of. I lift my arms, a frustrated whimper escaping me when I realize I can’t touch him, and he pulls away from me, shaking his head.
“Leave your arms above your head,” he warns and I do as he asks, my head going back when he rains kisses along my jaw, my throat, my chest. Drawing closer and closer to my breasts until I’m squirming beneath him, wanting his mouth on my nipple, sucking it deep.
But he teases me, as if he knows exactly what I want, and instead gives me something else. He blazes a path with his mouth between my breasts, along the underside of first one breast, then the other. I’m trembling, my breaths coming in short puffs as he tortures me endlessly with his mouth. He licks my skin with his warm, velvety tongue and when he finally takes a quick swipe at my nipple, I cry out.
“Sshh,” he murmurs against my skin, just before he draws my nipple between his lips and sucks it deep.
I buck against him, closing my eyes and then immediately opening them again. I don’t want to miss a thing. Don’t want to miss the sight of Ryder’s head bent over my chest, his tongue circling my hard, wet nipple, his hand sliding down, down, down, until he’s gripping the inside of my thigh and pushing my legs apart even farther.
He pulls away and kneels in front of me, his hands on the inside of my thighs, his gaze locked in between my legs. I watch him watch me, my chest rising and falling, my skin on fire, my entire body aching for more. It’s all happening so fast and I feel like I could come apart at any moment. Just having his eyes on me, his fingers curling into the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, is almost enough to make me come apart.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “And so wet.”
I should be mortified that he’s studying me so intently, but I secretly love it. Wish I could spread my legs farther to let him see more, all of me. He grazes his fingers over my trimmed pubic hair and I flinch. His fingers fall lower, tracing my skin with a feather-light touch. Searching my folds, streaking across my clit, sliding back down to trace every single part of me …
“Could I make you come with just my fingers?” It’s almost as if he’s talking to himself. “Or would you like my mouth on you, too?”
Oh God, he’s trying to kill me in the absolute best way. “Your mouth,” I whisper.
His eyes meet mine, full of wicked intent. “Yeah?”
I nod, pressing my legs in so my thighs bracket his hips. “Please.”
The sly smile that spreads across his face tells me he likes this. Making me beg. “Just my lips?” He drops the softest, briefest kiss on the very top of my pubic bone. “Or my tongue, too?”
“All of it,” I say on a gasp, wishing I could grip his head with my hands and push his face into me. I’m on the edge, on the verge of falling completely apart, and he’s teasing me.
Always teasing me. Testing me.
As if he knows I’m so close, he doesn’t bother with words any longer. He puts his mouth on me, licking and sucking, his tongue searching my folds as he pushes his finger inside me. I whimper, tossing my head back and forth against the edge of the couch, my gaze never leaving the sight of Ryder devouring me. Another finger joins the first one and he’s pumping them inside my welcoming body, his lips attached to my clit, his hot mouth driving me to the brink.
I still watch, lost to the sensation, to the sight of this gorgeous man bringing me so much pleasure. He runs his free hand up my thigh, over my hip, my waist, to caress my breast and I arch into his touch. He opens his eyes, brilliant blue locked directly on me, and he lifts his mouth from my body, his lips damp and swollen.
“You like to watch.”
I don’t bother denying it. “I like watching you.”
“You are a complete surprise.” He dips his head, runs his tongue along the length of me, making me cry out. He pinches my nipple, as if that might shut me up, but the sharp taste of pain with my pleasure only makes me moan louder. “People might hear you, Violet,” he chastises.
“I don’t care,” I huff out, my body starting to quake. I’m almost there. So close and I close my eyes, unable to fight my body any longer. I want it. I need to come. I feel like I’m going to explode.
He rests his hand directly over my mouth, muffling my whimpers, and I open my eyes to find him still looking at me. “I like seeing you like this. All naked and wet and shivering, completely at my mercy.”
Oh God. He’s trying to devastate me with words. And when his lips latch onto my clit and he sucks, his tongue teasing, that’s all it takes for me to fall completely apart. I moan against his hand, push my hips up as the intense orgasm rushes over me, sweeping through my body until I’m left a shaky, exhausted mess.
Ryder kisses one hip bone, then the other. Sweet, simple little kisses that melt me further. He rears up to his feet and reaches for my bound hands, undoing the tie, then rubs my wrist. The muscles in my arms shake from being in the same position for so long and I let them fall to my sides, then stretch them out in front of me.