“That’s not too descriptive. I’m waiting for my orders.”
I lifted my head enough to glare. “Fuck you.”
He grinned deviously and placed the lightest kiss over the flesh that throbbed for more pressure. “We’ll get to that. How about we start with what you want me to do with my tongue.”
I dropped my head back with an exhale. “I’m not going to beg.”
“If you want it badly enough, you’ll need to at least ask for it. Say the words, and my mouth is yours to wield.” He punctuated his statement with a lick up the seam of my pussy.
I twisted helplessly and arched to get closer, but he pulled back. “Trust me, I can’t fucking wait to bury my face in your sweet little cunt. Talk to me, baby.”
Fucking hell.
“Lick me.”
“Hmm, that’s a start,” he murmured. Then he obliged, bathing my most intimate parts in the warmth of his talented mouth. Blood pounded through my veins. At my wrists, where he held me. In my belly, where desire gnawed and grew. My thighs tightened around him, need pulsing in all the places where our skin met. Except his touch wasn’t keeping up with my need. I bucked my hips, a silent request for more.
“Blake, just do it,” I begged. Was I begging? Goddamn.
“Do what?”
I threw my head to the side. “Harder.”
He came at me with more pressure, taking me right to the edge of where I most wanted to be. But I needed just a little more.
“Blake!”
“You’ve got a vocabulary worthy of an Ivy League education. Fucking use it.”
A tortured groan left me. “Touch me with your fingers.”
He released one of my hands to drag his thumb over my clit. Pleasure slid like molasses through my veins when he repeated the journey with his tongue.
“Inside. Push inside me.”
“Like this?” The low hum of his words vibrated against my sex as he slid two fingers deep into my sensitive tissues. “Ahh,” I cried. I arched into his touch, stars forming on the edges of my vision. “Deeper,” I said breathily.
Deeper he went, over and over, massaging the sensitive spot inside. All the while, eating me like I was his last meal. I began to tremble uncontrollably. Tensing and trying to draw him to me tighter, my whole body begged for more.
“Oh, God . . . just like that.”
His taunting brand of pleasure had given way to an all-consuming onslaught of sensations. For that I praised everything holy with the cry that tore from my lips. I struggled against his hold, but he was firm, keeping up the restraint that would only bring me higher.
“Don’t stop.” I couldn’t hide the desperation in my voice as he coaxed me closer.
Then I flew. Vibrant colors danced behind my eyes. Every thought channeled to the erotic way he touched me. Overcome by the blinding sensations, I came with a sharp cry. Every muscle tensed, and my body quaked beneath his ministrations.
Breathless and shuddering from the powerful release, I tried to regain some control over my brain. Blake never moved. Instead, he continued to lap at me. A series of soft, reverent licks sent tiny shockwaves through me. With my free hand, I put pressure on his shoulder, a silent plea for relief.
He glanced up at me. The wicked look in his eyes matched his devilishly handsome mouth, now glistening with evidence of the mind-bending pleasure only he could deliver.
“I could feast on you for hours. If I didn’t want to fuck you so badly, I probably would. But I’m selfish and want to come in your tight little cunt now. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed, wondering how I ended up married to such a dirty-mouthed sex god.
He released me and slid up my body. The brush of his skin against mine sent my nerve endings dancing again. All that talk of wanting him under me had been hogwash. Nothing in the world felt as divine as the press of him over me, his powerful frame pushing me down or up against whatever surface—hard or soft—that he was determined to screw me on.
“Tell me how you want it.”
The low timbre of his request vibrated through me. I tossed my head to the side, swallowing hard. I couldn’t think. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Behind you?” he asked. “It’s deeper that way, if you can handle it.”
I blinked, piecing together the possibilities, all of them promising a handful of earth-shattering orgasms.
“Or do you want to ride me, my tasty little Dominatrix?” He licked along my collarbone, nipping along the slope of my shoulder.
With a breathy sigh, I melted into the couch like the worn-out rag doll I’d become. My head was still buzzing from the delicious orgasm he’d coaxed out of me.