“Trust,” he reminded her softly. “I’ll never hurt you, Cherry.”
“I know.” She swallowed.
“Then relax, love, and let me take us to paradise.” The words might have been a little clichéd, but they seemed to steady her, and he’d have given her the very stars if he could have just to see that trust, however fragile, in her eyes when she looked at him.
That fragile trust that touched him straight to the heart. His heart that swelled with love, blossomed with warmth, and filled him with the desire to protect and cherish.
And cherish her he did, tasting her, taking the little nipples one at a time deep into his mouth and sucking firmly, feeling her body undulate beneath his mouth and hands, her thighs shift against his as her knees bent, allowing his lean hips to slide between her silken thighs. Feeling the heat of her secrets against him.
His shaft thickened, lengthened, growing and throbbing now with the desire to bury itself inside her wet heat.
Rick lifted his head and looked his full of her breasts, seeing them in the light of day for the very first time, and they were everything he’d fantasized. The globes were full, rounded, the nipples dark pink and budding, begging for his mouth. His gaze lifted and he looked into her eyes, seeing the heat simmering within them, along with the faint uncertainty.
“You’re so beautiful.” His words seemed to almost shimmer in the air between them, and he slowly swept his gaze down over her shoulders and breasts, to the sweet indent of her waist as he shifted lower, and lower still. The swell of her stomach, the curve of her hips, all so womanly and what a man needed to cradle his harder body.
So much woman. So much softness, so much beckoning temptation.
And she was all his.
Rick moved lower, and then her curls were there, the sheltering strands that guarded her secrets. The curls were as silky as the tresses on her head, and he blew on them, delighting as they danced a little beneath his breath.
Her thighs were at his sides now, and he felt the tension in her. This time when he looked up at her, over the sweet swell of her belly and the heavy globes of her breasts, he saw the faintest flicker of embarrassment in her eyes, but heat also swirled within, and it was this heat he needed to keep banked to get her through the next few moments. Just until he had her mindless with pleasure.
“You are temptation personified.” His voice sounded almost gravelly even to his own ears, but the desire he felt was threaded within it. “You are my temptation, Cherry.”
Her eyes darkened a little, a sparkle lit within, and then she smiled, just a little, but the shy sweetness of it took his breath away.
He had to taste her, and if he couldn’t have the lips that smiled so sweetly above him, he could have the lips that sheltered below.
Moving with deliberate determination, not wanting to startle her, he hooked his upper arms beneath her thighs, bending her knees further up with ease and lifting them out, holding them to his satisfaction.
He watched her the whole time, his gaze locked with hers, silently commanding her to keep her gaze on him. Her breath hitched and he saw her hands fist into the sheets each side of her as she waited with a mixture of fear and desire.
Rick smiled, slow and sensual, and then he dipped his head lower, lower, watching her, inhaling as her scent drifted to him, heady and spicy, making his mouth water. Closing his eyes, he sunk into her, lowering his shoulders, stretching his neck, his mouth nuzzling the curls at the apex of her thighs, his tongue sliding between the sheltering lips to run, slow and deliberate, along the perineum of her body.
Cherry jumped, but his hold on her kept her hips pinned to the mattress.
His tongue found the little clitoris sheltering high up and he probed it delicately. Her thighs tightened, but it was a different tension, this one not of fear but desire. Rick recognized it and revelled carnally in it.
Her taste flowed into him, spicy and creamy, and he wanted more, so much more. Trailing his tongue back down to the entrance of her body, he dipped inside a little and was rewarded by her arching beneath him. A few more laps, a few more teasing trails of his tongue, and he heard her moan. He tasted her, his shaft throbbing for release, and as much as he wanted to taste her more, he wanted to also bury himself inside her. But feasting on her had been his fantasy, and he wasn’t about to let it go now.
With skill he played her body, using his tongue to probe her higher, lowering one hand to press lightly atop her mound, hooking one finger into the curve of her sheltering lips and playing the tip backward and forward at the tender curve. His other hand he trailed down to finger her perineum as he tongued her clitoris, sucking the little nub carefully while playing his finger around the hot, moist opening of her body. Inserting his finger an inch, he thrust in and out, moving further in each time until his whole finger was inside her clasping sheath.