Page 49 of Rogue Lyon

She did as he’d instructed, slowly working him from the wide base to his flared glans.

“That feels so good.” He curled his fingers into the sheets. “Too good.”

“How can something feel too good?” She furrowed her brow.

“Because if it’s too good, I will release and our fun will be…not over…but not as much fun.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.” He moaned softly and wrapped his hand over hers. “Much as I want you to continue, we have more to work on.”

Before she could ask what, he was over her again, kissing her, his body between her spread legs and his cock pressed between them.

“Jules.” She ran her hands from his wide shoulders to his buttocks and cupped the hard muscles she found there. “What are you doing?”

“I promised to kiss you all over, and I intend to.”

The grin he gave her was truly sinful and the dull light catching in his eyes created a wicked sparkle the likes of which she had never seen before.

Her heart pounded and she trembled beneath him.

“Are you ready?”

“I… I think so.” She tried to still the quiver taking over her body.

“And I think you will like this, my love. If you give into it.”

Again that word, love, did funny things to her. It was as though it were the key that gave him full access to her body and heart.

He ducked and kissed her neck, then her sternum before spending time on each of her breasts. She had just found release, but the need for more was already building again.

He murmured something she didn’t catch, words of admiration, and then slid down to dip his tongue into her navel.

“Oh.” The sensation was strange yet erotic and she pressed her head into the pillow and slid her hands into his hair.

He was between her legs now, her thighs spread wide for him. The position was lewd yet so exciting and it felt strangely right to have him there when her body was on high alert for pleasure.

She caught her breath. His kisses, and the trail of his tongue, were heading lower. Lower still, over her pubic hair and then to her small bud.

“Jules.” She gasped, screwing her eyes tight. The meaning behind his words were obvious. He really was going to kiss her all over. “Oh…really…there? Jules.”

“Yes. Really,” he murmured as he tickled up her thigh with his fingers. “There.”

And then he was probing her entrance, sinking deep the way he had before. But this time, instead of the heel of his hand catching on her bud, he used his tongue to stroke and lave and give her what she needed.

“Dear Lord above.” She thrashed her head left and right, hardly able to believe what was happening. It was beyond her wildest imaginations.

He added another finger, the sensation dense and heavy now, and she clamped around him, drawing up her legs so that her knees were braced at his shoulders.

An image of them flashed into her mind, her wanton on the bed, his face buried in her cunny. It was both shocking and erotic and her belly tightened as the pressure began to grow.

He appeared to be enjoying himself. Soft moans vibrated from his throat as he upped the pace.

“Oh… Oh… I am going to…” She was almost there. That exquisite burst of white-hot pleasure that seemed to come from as deep as her bones. “Jules…I…”

Suddenly, he was over her, elbows locked straight and looking down at her.

She wailed in disappointment. “But my release! I was almost at the pinnacle and…”