Her heart thudded as she did what he asked, but just before she reached the side of the bed, he shook his head and said, “Stay right there.”
She stayed put, wondering what he was planning to do. Anticipating it.
God, why wasn’t he touching her?
He chuckled when he saw the impatience in her eyes. He hopped off the bed and rose to his full height, the sheer size of him sending her pulse into another tailspin. He was so much taller than her, his big body dwarfing her petite one, making her feel both vulnerable and…safe. Because no matter how much bigger he was, no matter how much stronger, she knew this man wouldn’t hurt her.
When he lightly rested one hand on her hip, she shivered again. She tipped her head back, expecting him to pull her close and kiss her, but he didn’t do either of those things.
What he did was get on his knees and press his mouth directly on her pussy.
“Oh God.” Nearly keeling over with pleasure, Claire’s hands once again grabbed hold of his shoulders so she could steady herself.
“Now, this isn’t fair,” he said in a raspy voice, peering up to look at her.
She blinked. “What isn’t?”
“You’re totally bare.” His finger traveled along the length of her slit. “How will I know if you’re a natural redhead?”
A laugh lodged in her throat. “I guess you’ll have to take my word for it.”
“Guess so.” His breath tickled her sensitive flesh, unleashing a new flurry of shivers.
He leaned in and planted an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh, then dragged his tongue across the top of her mound so he could kiss her other thigh. “You’ve got the softest skin,” he muttered.
When he moved his head away again, she glanced down and almost stopped breathing when she noticed his hot gaze focused on her most intimate place.
“Fuck, you’ve got the prettiest pussy.” He ran his finger over her folds again, all the way down to the wetness pooling at her entrance.
They both groaned when he pushed just the tip of his finger into her opening.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he hissed out. “Fuck, Claire, I wanna shove my tongue inside your pussy and taste you.”
Oh. My. God.
She hadn’t expected the dirty talk. At all. And it turned her on so much her clit began to throb. Painfully. She was so aroused it actually hurt.
She was unsure whether he was waiting for permission to follow through on the wicked picture he’d painted, but when he didn’t make a move, she parted her legs wider in invitation.
His eyes burned with approval. “That’s it, honey, open yourself up to me.”
And yet he still didn’t do a damn thing.
“Please. Do something.” An unsteady breath flew out of her mouth.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked innocently.
“Don’t you dare tease me, Dylan. Do something.”
“If you insist.”
His tongue touched her clit and Claire promptly saw stars.
The warmth of his mouth surrounded that swollen bud as he suckled on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her system. It felt so good she almost fell over again, but Dylan gripped her hips to keep her in place.
He made little sounds of happiness as he devoured her pussy. The stubble dotting his chiseled face abraded her sensitized skin, only adding to the mounting pleasure. His tongue moved with a skill that should have annoyed her—because jeez, he must have gone down on hundreds of women in order to get this damn good at it. Yet the notion only sparked gratitude for all the women who’d—no pun intended—come before her because, well, because he was this damn good at it.
“Yes, just like that,” she whimpered when he flattened his tongue and started licking her as if she were a tasty lollipop.
The tension began to build, gathering in her core, a tight knot just ready to burst apart, but Dylan had apparently mastered the ability to control the female orgasm, because each time she got close to toppling over the edge, he abruptly yanked her back from it.
“No coming,” he chided after he’d stolen an orgasm from her for the third time. “I’m not done yet.”
He punctuated that by spearing his tongue into her opening and fucking her with it until she was close to exploding once more.
“Not yet,” he growled, and then that tongue disappeared and stopped doing all the wonderful things it had been doing.
“Are you always this bossy?” she wheezed out.
“Yes. Are you complaining?”
Was she? Hell fucking no. If anything, his dominance was…liberating. So was his confidence—he didn’t peek up every few seconds to gauge if she was enjoying it, didn’t stop to ask her if he was “doing it okay”. He just licked and sucked and teased and dared her not to like it.
It was a whole new experience, and the incredible sensations he produced inside her were ones she’d never felt with any of her previous lovers, Chris included.
Do not think about Chris right now.