Dark Sexy Knight (A Modern Fairytale)(61)

Her words were like a shot of adrenaline to his f*cking groin, and he flinched as her fingers traced the line of skin at his waistband, pausing at the button of his jeans.

“Verity, look at me.”

She looked up and focused on him as her fingers unfastened the metal button in the tight space between them.

“Hi,” she said.

He was turned-on as hell, his body a hard, straining mess of muscle and fierce, hot want, but her sweet guileless “Hi” made him grin at her like a dummy . . . and all he could say back was, “Hi.”

Running his fingers from her temples through her hair, he tucked both sides behind her ears, then cradled her face tenderly. “I want you so bad, it feels like I might die if I can’t have you tonight.”

“I’m here,” she said. “I’m yours. No dying.”

“I’m not done . . . Even though it feels like that, you have to know: we stop when you say ‘stop.’ No matter what.”

“I’m not going to say ‘stop,’” she said, her fingers pulling down his zipper. She looked down between them, watching her hand disappear into his jeans, and his eyes fluttered as she fisted her fingers around his rigid flesh, pumping once . . . twice . . .

With a low roar of approval, he lay back on the bed to give her better access, his bare feet on the floor and Verity still perched on his knees. He closed his eyes as she slipped off his legs, and he lifted his hips as she tugged his jeans to the floor.

She placed one hand on the base of his cock, kneeling between his legs and taking him between her lips.

He bucked off the bed at the sensation of his head being bathed with her tongue, at half his length disappearing into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth. She sucked him deep, then let him slide slowly from her mouth before taking him deep again. And f*ck, but he wanted to wind his fingers through her silky hair, but he didn’t know how she’d feel about that, so he curled his fingers into the comforter, trying to remember how to breathe.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Verity, my God . . .”

“Goddess,” she corrected him, before swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock and licking the first drops of his pre-cum into her mouth.

Sitting up, he was greeted with the erotic f*cking sight of Verity’s head in his lap—an image that he would hold on to with the last of his dying strength when he was a hundred years old—but if she continued, he’d come, and he didn’t want to come in her mouth the first time. He wanted for them to be fused together, making love, the first time he came. He wanted to feel her stretch and tighten, quivering around him with the same sense of completeness that he knew he would feel when she was finally his in every way.

Putting his hands under her arms, he lifted her up to a standing position and quickly unbuttoned her shorts, watching, entranced, as she wiggled her hips so that they pooled around her ankles.

“Lie down,” he said, his voice rough.

She nodded, sitting on the bed and lying back.

“Head on the pillows,” he said, staring deeply into her eyes, forcing himself to wait before taking in the sight of her naked * for the first time.

She scooted back, her eyes dark and serious. “Are you going to . . .”

“Love your * with my tongue until you come? Yeah.” He nodded, kneeling between her legs and lifting one over his shoulder so that she was completely exposed to him. “Unless . . .”

“Please,” she sighed, arching her back and closing her eyes as he dipped his head to the tight thatch of blonde curls at the apex of her thighs.

Staring down at her, he felt a surge of love, of protectiveness, of Neanderthal levels of possessiveness that made him light-headed and grateful, his slick cock hard as a rock, standing straight and tall against his abs. He ran his hand gently over her curls, leaning closer to breathe in the scent of her, swallowing greedily as his mouth watered. She was already wet from his attention to her breasts, and he spread her lips easily with his thumb and forefinger, dipping his head and letting his tongue taste her for the first time.

She cried out—half a whimper, half a moan—as he licked her in long, sensual strokes, his hand holding her leg in place over his shoulder, the fingers of his other hand keeping her exposed to him. Her hips tilted up to meet his mouth, and he lowered her leg to the bed, leaning down to suck on the hard nub of her clit as he slid two fingers inside her tight, wet sex. Liquid velvet clenched around his fingers as her hips moved rhythmically into him, her shoulders anchoring her body against the mattress, but the rest of her flexed upward for more, for him.

Her moans became louder, and she reached for his head, her fingers pulling his hair into a ponytail and pulling with every thrust of his fingers and tongue, her cries echoing off the walls of his bedroom until he touched her clit with his teeth and her hips jolted off the bed, her * clenching so tightly around his fingers that his cock throbbed with anticipation.

“Colton!” she screamed, almost ripping the hair from his head as she came. He slipped his fingers from her sex and slid his body up to cover hers, skin to skin, his mouth loving hers as thoroughly as he’d just loved her clit. He could still taste her on his tongue as he pillaged her mouth, forcing her to kiss him through her orgasm and reveling in the feeling of her body bucking up against his as she rode out her climax.

Finally she stilled beneath him, her eyes still closed, her chest rising and falling against his, her heart fluttering against his chest like a caged bird. He braced his weight on his elbows and said her name softly, waiting for her to open her eyes.