I liked it so much, I couldn’t stop my smile.
Totally forgetting my lingerie, I bent at the waist. I followed the trail my fingertips had made, this time with my mouth, often my tongue, tasting him.
His skin tasted just as delicious as his kisses.
My lips slid across his nipple then my tongue did the same then I swept the front edge of my teeth against it.
Suddenly, he knifed to sitting, his hands no longer at my thighs, they were yanking at the belt of my robe.
“I’m not done exploring,” I protested.
Looking in my eyes, he tugged the robe off my shoulders and tossed it aside. Then his hand fisted in my hair and he steered my mouth to his.
“You can explore all you want when we’re both naked.” His voice was a low, sexy rumble.
I had no chance to speak further. He kissed me, hungry, even needy, and demanding. So demanding it rocked me, my arms circled him for I had no choice but to hold on.
I was dazed, trembling and feeling ripples everywhere when his mouth tore from mine, he leaned a bit back, his hands at my camisole and he stilled.
Then, eyes on my middle, in what could only be described as a raw groan, he growled, “Jesus Leah.”
“What?” I breathed then I remembered and I stilled too.
Damn!
He didn’t like my naughty-girl undies.
His hand went into my hair, twisting and fisting and he used it to bring my face close to his.
His eyes were burning.
I quit breathing.
Then he ground out, “Leave it to you to wear something I want to fuck you in when I’ve been fantasizing for twenty years of fucking you wearing nothing at all.”
Okay, maybe I was wrong. One could say he liked the lingerie.
Good to know.
“Is this our only shot?” I asked, still dazed and now slightly confused.
“Pardon?”
“Are we only having sex once?”
“Fuck no,” he clipped.
“Then can’t you do both… eventually?”
I’d barely uttered the “ly” in “eventually” when I was flying through the air, landing on my back.
Before his mouth took mine in another hungry, demanding kiss, I guessed I had my answer.
I learned very quickly that Lucien hadn’t only used his eight hundred plus years on this earth to become a master with his hands and mouth.
Lucien had used those years to become a master at everything.
He also used the lingerie to his advantage. His mouth did the same on me as mine did on him but trailing the edge of the camisole at my breasts, pushing the blousing up and gliding his lips and tongue across my midriff and belly, tracing the edge of my panties then up. Over the frills, I felt his tongue dart aggressively against my rock hard nipple then again and again before he sucked it into his mouth over the fabric.
When he did, it felt so freaking fantastic, I moaned for a very long time.
Not done, he tugged the fabric down so it dragged across my sensitive nipple in a sexy way that made me whimper before his mouth locked on my nipple and he drew it in sharply.
Vampires understood suction like no one else. It was sheer ecstasy.
After a while, he did this to the other nipple too.
I was paying attention, of course, lots of attention.
But I was also busy moaning and writhing and gripping his hair to hold him to me. I was so turned on I thought I’d have an orgasm just by what he did to my nipples.
But I wanted more.
I pushed off on a foot, rolling him to his back.
He let me do this, his arms sliding around me, crushing me to him for another wet, hot, demanding kiss.
“My turn,” I whispered against his lips when he ended the kiss.
Before he could say a word, my lips went down his throat, down his chest and down his stomach, pushing the bedclothes lower and exposing him.
He was thick, rock hard and looked utterly delectable.
I could not wait to explore.
I wrapped my hand around him, thrilling when I heard him suck in a sharp breath.
I no sooner twirled the tip of him with my tongue when he bent double. He wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked my body around so I was facing his lap but my knees were in the bed beside his shoulder as he lay back.
I looked at him in question and his eyes were on me.
“Enjoy, pet,” he murmured his encouragement, his voice resonating deep and I didn’t know how long my shot would last so I didn’t hesitate further.
I enjoyed.
A couple minutes into my enjoyment, his hand went between my legs, stroking my inner thighs, gliding along the edges of my naughty-girl panties between my legs and over the swells of my bottom, his touch whisper soft.
This felt really, really nice. So nice, I slid my legs wider to give him better access.
And so nice I wanted to give Lucien something really nice too.
I stopped licking and stroking and slid the tip of him between my lips. When I did, his hand moved, delving into my panties, filling me with his finger just as his hips bucked, filling my mouth with him.