The pupils of his eyes dilated, turning his gaze dark. “You should be careful with such invitations. I have told you, there’s no place for you in my life.”
“Just one more night cannot hurt either of us. You must promise to never come back and I shall promise never to intentionally compromise your privacy. It is perfectly safe.” The last sentence rang patently false in her ears. She smiled at him to cover over her discomfort.
“You’re so young, you don’t realize that this between us was never safe.”
She opened her mouth and his tongue swept in, his kiss coming hard and hungry. It sucked her breath away. She grasped his shoulders and clung.
You don’t realize that this between us was never safe.
His last words echoed in her mind and a curl of unease tingled around her navel. But his mouth was hot and moist and delicious. She stood higher on her tiptoes and leaned into him. He pressed his hands to her back and supported her while he made her world spin.
She slid her tongue against his again and again, savoring his taste. Because she wanted to remember. Because there would never be another time.
David lifted his head then swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He took the hem of her nightdress and she helped him pull it over her head, then he tossed it aside.
She watched as he began to remove his clothing. But he was tired. Foxed. His movements were slow and clumsy. She was dying to see his magnificent male body bared. Impatience thrummed in her blood until she jumped from the bed to aid him. While she worked at his buttons, he kept cupping her face and kissing her.
“My lovely girl. My lovely, lovely girl,” he said, bathing her in brandy-tinged breath. There was something unbearably carnal about brandy on the breath of a man who set to fuck her. She didn’t understand it. She stopped trying and focused harder on stripping him of his evening clothes and tossing them to a careless pile on the floor. With the clothes went the hateful scent of that other nameless, faceless woman.
All that remained was him. And he was absolutely delicious. She leaned into his bare chest and licked him, tasting his salty, musky skin.
He grasped the back of her hair and gently pulled her head back. Shivers of pleasure raced over her scalp and down her back. Her nipples tightened. She sucked in her breath.
David stared down at her, his eyes gone dark with desire. “Go to the bed and lay on your back.”
She stared at him for the space of three slow, deep breaths, savoring the quivers of anticipation in her lower belly.
She was dripping for him.
He exhaled loudly and then she found herself swept up into his arms, held against his warm, hard muscled body. He carried her back to the bed and laid her on her back. “Stay there—do not move. Do not move an inch.”
He spoke with a deadly softness, as if to a child who has pressed and pressed on nerves all day and risked a dire punishment. He scanned her body with his gaze. Giddy tension built and put every fiber of her being on the most delectable edge.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She parted them slowly, revealing herself to him. Increased wetness surged from her sex. Her nub pulsed like a beating heart with need.
His eyes seemed to turn darker, more hooded. She knew how her flesh appeared. Swollen, deeply pink. An urge struck her that she should touch herself. He would watch her pleasure herself. She would be wild, without shame. She would drive him to insane passion…
The bed rocked as he crawled up between her legs and hoisted her knees over his broad shoulders. “I want to make you come hard.” His voice was hoarse. He stroked the fine hairs on her outer lips. “I want to make you come so hard.”
He placed a soft kiss on her mons. She closed her eyes as he repeated the gesture, over and over. Dozens of tiny, feather-soft kisses.
She clutched his head. “David, oh David…”
He spread her nether lips apart. “You’re so beautiful, I love your sweet little cunt.”
“Please, David, please, ple—”
Her voice cut off as he bent and plunged his tongue into her slick depths. She dug her fingers into the silken strands of his hair. He touched his tongue to her nub and traced gentle, slow circles, maybe fifty, maybe a hundred of them as he drew her pleasure out. The unbearably sweet tension bore upon her, weighed her down. She sank so deeply, so lost in the transfixing sensation, that the old featherbed felt as fluffy and soft as a cloud.
Without warning, he shifted position and gently rolled her on to her stomach. She sprawled on the coverlet, her dazed senses spinning. He thrust two fingers into her cunt, hooking them, stroking her forward wall. A fierce jab of ecstasy struck deep in her womb. Then warm wetness touched her arsehole. His tongue!