London Falling (Falling #2)(20)

She leaned up, her chest puffing out in a full-body inhale, breasts straining against the fabric. “Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?” The coy remark was playful yet needy.

“Ravish you. I want to become intimately familiar with every inch of your beautiful body, starting right…here.” I leaned over and picked up one dainty ankle. She had a tiny chain encircling the delicate bone. I ran my lips against the chain, tugging it with my teeth. Her eyes glowed in the low light of the room as she watched me trail my tongue along the side of her small foot. I nipped and kissed each one of her red tipped toes. Taking my time, I placed long drawn out kisses against the skin of her calf.

Her eyes fell closed and gooseflesh rose to the surface of her skin when I licked the crevice behind her knee, a sensitive spot I promised myself to explore more fully later. Repeating the process with the other leg, I continued my journey, rubbing my lips along the silky expanse of her toned thigh.

Her legs shook as I sucked and bit the fleshy patch of skin just under where the top of her thigh and her sex met. She mewled and shimmied her hips. Long fingers tunneled into my hair as I feasted on that spot. That cinnamon smell that was uniquely her swirled all around me as if I was bathing in the scent. It was so strong on her bare skin.

When I’d made a quarter sized cherry red mark in my spot, I happily moved on to the Promised Land. With great care, I slipped my fingers into the sides of her lacy knickers, dragged them down and off her legs.

Thank God I hadn’t removed them prior to enjoying her long legs and scrumptious hips. I’d have never completed. To my extreme pleasure, her mound was completely bare. Not a speck of hair tainted its surface. She restlessly moved her legs from side to side. I longed to see her, uncovered and open to me.

“Let me see.” Her eyes met mine in warning as I placed the palms of my hands on her knees. Something in her changed. She relaxed and with a firm grip, I massaged down the insides of her honey colored thighs until I had her spread before me. A veritable feast waiting to be devoured. I could feel her muscles strain against my hold, but I wasn’t having it.

This was honest. Her baring it all for me. The petals of her sex glistened with arousal. Her spicy scent was strong. The banquet before had me starved, salivating, ready to feast. With a well-placed tongue, I licked her from her pink rosette all the way to her hooded nub. It peeked out between her wet lips and I zeroed in on that spot as if shooting an arrow directly in the center of a bull’s-eye. Clamping my lips over it, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. Hard. Relentless lashes from my tongue had her screaming as her first orgasm ripped through her.

“You’re enchanting,” I whispered against her thigh, kissing my mark on her skin as she calmed down. Once those beautiful eyes opened, half-hooded, she peered over the large mounds of her breasts. That’s when I started to enjoy her again.

Always was a greedy man, one taste wasn’t even close to enough.

She tugged on my hair and tried to pull me up, probably really sensitive. I didn’t care. I wanted her out of her mind. “Collier,” she said, breathing hard. “Oh, God…mmm.” I delved my tongue deep into her core. She tasted like the finest, sweetest creme. Her head fell back and her hands came up to cup and squeeze her breasts through her bra.

“Show me.”

She looked at me as I sat up, changing my position. Within seconds I was two fingers deep in her wet heat, my thumb circling the tight knot of her pleasure. She lifted on her elbows, her gaze focused between her legs. For a minute, she tipped her hips up and circled them around and around pressing against my hand, pushing me deeper into her body.

“Oh yes, shite, that’s good,” I encouraged her.

She licked her lips and held herself up, braced on one hand as the other bent behind her. All the while, I continued f*cking her with my fingers. Her white bra slacked and she pulled it off and threw it aside. Her breasts were full and large, a perfect handful with rosy tips that seemed to tighten the more my gaze devoured them.

She held herself in a semi-seated position, her body rocking effortlessly against my hand. “Kiss me,” she said, quite breathless. Her hips lifted and she moaned when I added a third finger into her tight channel. “God, it’s never been like this. So, shit, so--”

“Passionate,” I finished her sentence before I took her lips.

I was surrounded by cinnamon and sweet, uncertain which I liked more. The sugary taste of her tongue as it tangled with mine sent me spiraling. With my fingers burrowed into her core, I hooked those three digits up to rub against the bumpy patch along her internal wall.

She went crazy. Gripping me, biting my lips, scoring my back with her nails. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Hearing her blast into her second orgasm by my hand alone was like a healing balm to my soul, righting all the wrongs of the past few years. All the one night stands were gone from existence. Now it was just her.

I vowed in that moment as her body trembled and shook that she would never be a mindless shag. This was something more.

She was different.



***

I spiraled into the abyss a second time. At first, I was scared. This felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t fear because Collier’s warm body encased mine as I fell back against the sheets. He swept his hands up and down my naked back, hips and thighs as I panted into his rock-solid chest. Who knew the man had the body of a Greek God under those suits? I had an inkling he was built, but the surprise of just how lovely he was bare was a gift I enjoyed unwrapping.