The marks he made were the visual evidence of the crossing over in my head to my body, to the understanding where I knew if he stopped…I would most certainly die.
I felt determined fingers at my hips digging under the sides of my panties to slide them down my legs. Panties were tossed and then his hands slid roughly up my legs to my knees where they stopped. I knew what was coming next.
A firm grip to the insides of my knees pushed them apart, placing me on full display for his hot stare. A hot stare I could feel burning the flesh of the most intimate part of me. I was so grateful for the spa treatment I'd done earlier in the day with Brooke—at her insistence. Bless you, sweet Brooke. Because of her resolve, things were as tidy as they could possibly be where he was looking.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he said with his eyes glued to my very wet and aching pussy. But I had to look away. The sight of him staring so hungrily at me was far too much to take in. So, I closed my eyes and embraced the anticipation instead, focusing on the fact that this was always going to happen. Fate had decided for us a long time ago. We were always going to find our way to this point.
And we had. We were here.
His busy fingers found me first. Tracing around my clit slowly, teasing me with careful touches just shy of where I really needed him to be touching me. Delaying sexual gratification was definitely amongst the skill set of James Blakney. Bastard.
"So pretty…so soft…and so very wet," he said admiringly, just before he put his whole mouth on me and licked me from bottom to top. My entire lower body came up off the bed as a lightning strike of pure pleasure commenced at my clit. I heard a shrill cry from somewhere in the room and was forced to accept that it could only have come from me.
With my thighs pinned open by firm hands gripping hard enough to leave marks, James devoured me. I reveled in what he did. Every melting lick, each teasing flick, each delicious tap of his magical tongue brought me closer to nirvana. I didn't need to be told it was going to be bigger and better than any orgasm I'd had before tonight. It was happening whether I was ready for it or not.
"Give me all of it. Give me everything," he grunted in between licks and sucks with the power to detonate me into the next galaxy. I moaned in protest when he pulled his mouth off, thrusting my hips upward to try to reclaim contact. "You want more."
It wasn't a question.
"Yeeess, more, please give me more." Speech seemed impossible, but yet words still tumbled from my lips.
James flicked his eyes up to meet mine, flaring wide in frustration. "There's so much more I want to give you…and I can't—I can't do it all at once."
"I don't want you to do it all at once," I insisted, hoping he understood me. And since I figured his good judgment was heavily clouded by what he was doing with me, I was honest. "I need you to do it over and over and over again. I need you to never stop."
My words seemed to please him. "I won't stop. Not until I feel your tight little cunt clamp down around my tongue when I'm fucking you with it."
The things that came out of his mouth only made me burn hotter as he went back to work at licking my pussy. Thank Christ's heavenly angels. The heat that had been building low in my belly flared white-hot as the convulsions took hold of me…and catapulted me into sweet ecstasy. I let out a long, low cry as the climax seized me, incoherent to everything but the pleasure. I felt myself fall away as I rode his mouth. There was no way to describe having James inside me, even if only his tongue. The intimacy so much greater than the act of touching mouths in a kiss. It was James revealing himself to me. An epiphany in understanding, that for the first time in my life I didn't have to do anything other than take from him.
Pure bliss. Relief. Love. I felt all of those things. I also discovered something else after the mind-blowing climax from his tongue doing very dirty and lovely things to me.
I am ruined for any man on this earth that isn't James Blakney.
The opera gloves needed to come off, so I could touch him and feel him without anything in between. But James wasn't having any of it, as he shrugged my hands away from where I'd buried them in his hair.
Bossy James was still new to me, but I loved him a lot.
As if he were reading my thoughts, my arms were firmly pushed back above my head and returned to the headboard. I didn't remember letting go of it, but I must've during the sheet-clawing orgasm I still felt coursing deliciously through my body. From head to toe.
James loomed over me, his eyes questioning, looking for answers. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fi—"
His lips dropped down to kiss me, taking away my ability to answer. I didn't mind, because I didn't need to talk. I wasn't sure if I was capable of anything beyond accepting what he was doing to me right this second. Which was kissing me ravenously while devouring my mouth and lips. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it all felt so filthy and wicked…and divine.
His hands were all over me. No part of me was left untouched. He feasted on my breasts, sucked them, pinched them, teased my nipples with teeth that knew just how hard to bite. His long beautiful fingers pressed their way inside me, fucking in and out of my pussy while his thumb teased my asshole. He would have all of me. Everything was relentless in forcing me into a tailspin of sensation and pleasure. Every kiss and bite and penetration of my fevered flesh was demanded wildly but done in a way that gave me everything in return. I had no idea how, but it was as if my body had been waiting for him. For him to pleasure, cherish…consume. As if he'd known my body forever. Because my body already knew him.
The second orgasm incinerated me into another realm as hot tears slid from my eyes squeezed tightly shut. I tasted the sex in the air that I drew in for my next breath. I heard him say, "You're coming for me. Only for me."
I did what he asked.
Almost brutally hard with fingers stroking deep and relentless in their purpose, with no censure of any kind. He took what he wanted from me...and then demanded more as he owned my second climax. I lost track of...all things, understanding only that I was utterly in his care.
James taking care of me.
This I knew without explanation of any kind. And so, I drifted away to a place I'd never been before, but where I wanted to stay forever.
I wasn't ever coming back.
Chapter Seventeen
JAMES
I held Winter against the length of my body with a hand at her throat, taking her breaths along with the kisses I stole from her. I wasn't even a little bit sorry. Making her come was my new favorite obsession. Still amazed that she hadn't backed down from any of what I'd done to her, I waited for my beautiful girl to recover from her orgasm.
Because the night was young, and she wasn't finished yet.
And also because I now knew I'd never be finished with her. That was on me, not her. I couldn't change what I was, but what I'd just discovered in the course of her two orgasms had changed my future. Changed our future.
"Winter...my Winter," I whispered against her mouth.
She moaned beneath me, needy and fitful.
"I want to fuck you…and make you come again…this time with your perfect pussy wrapped around my big hard cock."
"Please, please, James, please," she begged.
She shouldn't have to beg. Not ever. She shouldn't have to beg. But it was a thing of exquisite beauty to witness, and I knew I'd make her beg me again and again and again. She was too fuckin' sexy…I wouldn't resist the temptation.
I left her on the bed and stripped off my pants first, and then my socks. As I got naked I leisurely admired her, stretched out waiting for me to fuck her. In my house. In my bed. In my life. Mine, all mine, all mine.
But she's not just waiting to be fucked.
It didn't feel like that at all. In fact, nothing had felt familiar tonight. Because it wasn't. I had never done this before with any other woman.