“Male ego?” she murmured, unable to keep the smirk from her face.
“Call it what you will. I just want to make sure you know who’s responsible for your next orgasm.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and dipped his head back to her breasts, recapturing her nipple and sucking on it so that a bolt of energy charged through her, making her knees buckle. Paul caught her and lifted her up.
A moment later, Holly felt the soft fabric of the sheets beneath her and Paul’s body above her. He pushed her thighs apart and knelt in the space he’d made for himself, while his mouth still devoured one breast and his hand again kneaded the other. His movements weren’t rushed, as though he knew he had all the time in the world.
Every caress was different and his lips and hands left streaks of molten lava behind wherever they touched her. She’d never felt so alive and so aware of every single part of her body. It was as though Paul was awakening something in her, as though he’d found a key to unlock the door behind which her true self was hiding.
She shuddered at the thought of allowing him so close, yet at the same time she craved this intimacy. She wanted him to know her real self, not the mask she put on whenever she was with a client. She wanted him to see not the sophisticated escort, but the woman inside who longed for true love and family.
“Paul,” Holly whispered, and ran her hands through his hair, before sliding them to his nape.
She felt a shiver go through him at the contact. Then cold air blew against her breasts and his head dove lower. His hands pushed her thighs wider, and there was no mistaking what he was planning.
He freed her from her panties, baring her to him.
For a moment Paul sat up, undid his bowtie and rid himself of it, before taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. All the while, he watched her as though she were his prey and he the hunter who knew that she couldn’t escape anymore.
Not that she wanted to.
She looked down to where his boxer briefs still hid his erection, but he shook his head. “Not yet, my hot little vixen. As soon as my cock comes out, I’m going to get inside you. And right now, I have other plans.”
He pointedly looked at her sex and brushed his fingers over the blond curls guarding it. She jerked under his touch. “So responsive,” he praised, and lowered himself.
When he brought his face to her sex and inhaled, Holly suppressed the instinct to press her thighs together and push him back. She hadn’t had a man do this to her in a very long time. And she had no idea how she would react. Could she risk making herself so vulnerable?
She had no time to contemplate the question, because in the next instant, she felt Paul’s tongue swipe against her moist cleft and lick up the moisture that was already dripping from her quivering slit. The warmth of his tongue penetrated her, seeped into her cells, and the sensation traveled to her heart.
She moaned out loud, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure Paul gave her. A deeper moan echoed her own. Surprised, she looked down at him just as he looked up, his eyes dark with lust.
“Fuck, baby, you taste good!”
Paul locked eyes with Holly and saw the desire in hers. He loved seeing a woman like this: spread out before him, naked, vulnerable, yet eager to receive what he was about to give her.
Tearing his gaze from her sinful eyes, he dropped his attention back to the ultimate prize: her drenched pussy. He hadn’t even touched her, and already she was so wet he knew his rather large cock would effortlessly slide into her petite body with one thrust. Just the thought of it made pre-cum leak from the tip of his shaft.
It was better not to think of that particular pleasure right now, or this would be over before it had really started.
With his fingers, he parted her moist folds and brought his lips to them. Then he licked against them with his tongue, gathering up the dew that covered her female petals. Holly had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen: pink and fresh. And her taste was intoxicating. Sweet and tangy, it teased his senses, sending pleasurable waves through his entire body as her flavor spread.
He couldn’t suppress the moans that came up from his throat and escaped his lips, bouncing against her flesh. Nor did he want to. He wanted to let her know how much he enjoyed pleasuring her like this—as much as she seemed to enjoy it, if he interpreted her sighs and moans and the writhing of her body correctly.
He couldn’t get enough of her taste and the soft texture of her flesh, the velvety smooth surface of her skin. Nor could he get enough of her sounds of pleasure that became more pronounced now that he licked her with more pressure. He could feel her body heat up under his touch, her breathing turn irregular, and her pulse thunder.