Page 48 of The Rat King
“Goddess,” I moaned at what I discovered. “What are these?”
I thumbed the delicate strips of satin she wore aside, and she watched me. “I would tear these off you, but I’m pretty sure they don’t sell them here, and I quite like them.”
She gave me a sultry giggle and said, “Tell me what happened next.”
I circled her clit until her hips started moving, and then I pressed a finger inside. She was so ready for me. “I imagined my cock was your fingers plunging deep inside you as I stroked myself. When I could tell I was getting close, I squeezed, imagining it was you clenching down around me as you came.”
“Then what?” she asked, voice breathy.
Her body trembled slightly, and her heel caught the edge of the step and she pressed herself up into my touch. Hand wrapped around my bicep, she pulled me closer insistently, but I continued touching her how she liked and watching every tremor of pleasure that washed across her face.
“It didn’t take long, Avery. When I squeezed, imagining it was you, I couldn’t take it anymore. I came into my fist as I called your name.”
Avery cried out, and her body tensed beneath me as the first wave washed through her. I could feel her inner walls flexing and clamping down around my fingers. I pressed my forehead to hers as she rode it out.
“Say it,” I practically growled at her as she came on my fingers.
Obediently, she cried, “Nigh.” A flood of warmth surged through my chest and as she came down, I roved my eyes all over her in disbelief at the wonder this woman was.
Her hand cupped my cheek, and she said again, softly, “Nigh.”
I pulled my fingers from inside, and still leaning over her, I sucked the taste of her off them. “You taste so good, Avery. Sweet and earthy, like how flowers smell.”
When I sucked every last bit off, I gripped her hip, leaning down to give her a kiss that expressed every bit of chest constricting emotion I was feeling. What a strange thing to feel such euphoria and such an ache at the same time. I pushed myself up to where I was standing over her and she was still half sprawled across the stairs, looking satiated. She started to move, but I leaned down and scooped her into my arms.
“You don’t have to carry me,” she said.
“I want to,” I answered.
I brought her to my room and carefully laid her across my bed. I stepped back for a moment and took her in. She propped herself up on her elbows. The skirt of the dress was wrinkled, a rosy pink blush warmed her cheeks. The little strap was still off her shoulder and the bodice of the gown barely concealed a peaked nipple. I had never seen anything more perfect as I studied my prize. Seventeen long years of disappointment and then there was her. At that moment, I knew I would do it all again. Every single second of it for this moment.
I crawled across the bed toward her. “Let’s get you out of this dress. I want to look at you before I take you.”
She nodded, pulling a lower lip into her mouth. I leaned over her and tugged the ribbon at her waist and pulled the material that was wrapped around her middle. She adjusted so I could get the ribbon which was doubled around her free and laid it to the side. She slipped her arm out, and I went to work on the other side. A second later she was bare before me.
“My turn,” she said. “Strip.”
I made quick work of my linen shirt and trousers. Moments later, I knelt on the bed at her feet, my erection jutting out at its target. She leaned back on the bed, watching me.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded.
As she separated her knees, a shudder wracked through me, and I had to double my restraint not to jump on her and fuck her like a wild animal. The hair around her pussy was trimmed tight in a little manicured patch so I could see her swollen clit and the slick opening. One day I would lick and kiss and spear it with my tongue, but now I needed to be inside her.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, crawling over her, praying it was the same thing I did.
“I…” She hesitated.
Had she never spoken about her desires aloud? “You’re safe, Avery. You can tell me what you need,” I said, hovering just above her.
She swallowed, seeming to build up the nerve. “Nigh, you’ve been teasing me so long I just want you inside me. I need to feel you, your weight on top of me, and your,” she hesitated again, “your cock filling me. Moving inside me.”
“You are everything good, pure perfection, and I am a man with countless stains on my soul who doesn’t come close to deserving you, but I’m still going to take you because that’s the kind of man I am. Do you understand?” I asked.
“Please stop talking and give me what I want,” she said, and brought her lips to mine, pulling me down over her.
I was so wound up, I thought I was going to combust. Simply kissing her sent sparks zapping through my body. I couldn’t imagine what entering her tight heat would be like. Everything about the woman writhing beneath me, searching for me with her hips, seemed designed to drive me wild.
Something about speaking to her as I had, hearing her reply in kind, not only affected her, it affected me. I’d never been so forthright with a woman, so expressive. Granted, I never felt the way I felt around her before. It was like being with her unleashed something in me and while dirty talk in its basest sense wasn’t anything new to me, it was the way she absorbed what I said, like sunlight and water, and like the flower she was. Watching her bloom under me was becoming addictive.
