Page 103 of Criminally Yours

“Okay.” Millie ground herself against his thigh, groaning at the friction against her clit. “I want to try everything with you. Hard fucking, but soft and gentle, too.”

She rode his thigh as he stared, his eyes wide with awe.

“Are you using me to get yourself off?”

“Maybe.”

“There’s no maybe about it. And you’re already fucking wet for me.”

“I’ve been wet for you since you shouted at me to get in the cupboard at your parents’ house.”

“Then come on my leg while I watch. Give me what I need.”

“No,” she moaned, although she continued to ride his thick thigh.

“No?” His hands gripped her tighter. “Would you prefer it if I tied these wrists together so you have to use your thighs to balance while you perform for me? Your tits bouncing so close to my mouth that I have to bite your nipples?”

At her whimpers, he smiled devilishly.

Millie locked his stare and lowered her voice. “I want you inside me.”

His lips quirked with satisfaction, and his eyes darkened. “Are you ready for me?” His tongue flicked out, and he licked his lips.

She swallowed as he studied her. “I’ve had you before, remember?”

He flipped them so she was underneath him. She was already panting.

“You haven’t had me,” he replied with a voice so low it crept through her veins, turning blood to fire. “I was an eighteen-year-old before. Now, I’m a man who will give you everything you deserve until you can only breathe my name.”

Air whooshed from her mouth.

He kissed down her body. His mouth blessed her skin as he licked and sucked her. His fingers played with one nipple while lavishing the other. She writhed as he pleasured her flesh. His mouth continued its journey toward her pussy, and she pushed her pelvis to meet it. After a growl, he blew on her clit, making her cry out.

He’d gone down on her the night before he left, but this was different. He paused, observing her, testing her.

“Are you going to make me beg?”

“No, because you’d like it too much.” He smirked. “I’ve learnt how to play with you from the best.”

She froze.

“There’s never been anyone else,” he answered in a rush. “I’ve read all the books you recommended and learnt a lot of techniques. I’ve spent years listening to what you like.”

She pulled his head up and kissed him hard on the mouth. His pupils were so dilated that she could have fallen in them and never returned. “You meant it before when you said you’ve not had sex with anyone but me?”

As he winced, she raised an eyebrow. He was so fucking cute even when worried. “Does that put you off?”

“Does it put you off that you’re the only personI’ve been with?”

“No. You’re mine and always have been,” he said as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “And you’re fucking hungry for me, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

He grinned as he pulled away and returned to where he was before. “That’s my girl.”

He feathered kisses across her hips before repeating the same touch to her inner thighs.

His teeth grazed her skin, and she squealed.