She nods, her lips parted with her panting breath. “All yours.”
I move to her face and drop a kiss to her forehead. “I want your mind”—I kiss her eyelids—“your dreams.” I lick at the seam of her mouth. “No secrets between us.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her hands fist into my hair, but I pull them free and press them above her head with one hand.
I continue to kiss down her body, only freeing my hold on her hands when I’m at her ribcage. She keeps them high above her head as I explore the dips of her abdomen, the peaks of her hipbones, and the soft cushion of her inner thighs.
“Beatriks,” I call up to her from my position between her legs.
She fidgets before me; her hips jack off the bed searching for contact.
“I want you to watch every fucking second. Don’t take your eyes off me, understand?” Fire rages through my veins, and as much as I want to please her, I want to torture her for what she’s asking of me. Push her to the brink of insanity so that she can get a sliver of an idea of how crazy she’s making me.
She pushes up to her elbows, her eyes heavy with hunger as she pores over the view.
“Tell me you want this.” I run my tongue along her inner thigh, moaning at the sweet scent of her skin. “Beg me for it.” I switch to the other thigh, alternating between long drags of my tongue and deep bites that leave indentations. A roar threatens to burst from my chest at marking her skin, even if only temporarily. “I can’t hear you.” It’s the last chance she’ll get because after I take this from her there will be no turning back for me.
She whimpers as my lips inch closer to where she wants me. “I want this,” she says around a moan. “Please, I need you.”
With that, I incline my head and take the first sweet taste of her. I groan deep in my throat at the honeyed tang of her tender flesh. Her loud gasp is followed by a low rumble of satisfaction as she rolls her hips into my mouth.
My tongue floods with the luscious flavor so unique to Trix I can’t help but feel in this moment that it was created only for me. I nip at her most sensitive parts, alternating between short flicks of my tongue and long, deep swipes.
Time passes and I’m completely lost to her body. Every sound, every muscle that tenses I can see and feel beneath my hands. I say a silent prayer, knowing I’m the luckiest bastard alive to have this, accepting this gift from a woman who’s held onto it for so long. And now it’s mine. She’s offered it to me along with her love, and I will hoard it as long as she’ll allow.
“This is . . . I’m . . .” She shakes her head, unable to complete a sentence before I sense the pulsing of her impending orgasm.
I add two fingers, and she drops back to the bed. Her back bows as she presses harder into my mouth and cries out my name.
So fucking perfect.
A guttural sigh rolls from what seems like her toes to her lips, and she throbs against my mouth. I lap my tongue over her, sucking and licking until her legs fall open and her muscles loosen.
“Mase, I’m . . .” She shakes her head again.
I move from between her legs up her body, this time allowing my weight to press down on her so she can feel the full extent of what she does to me.
Before I kiss her, I notice a small tear escape her eye.
Please, tell me she doesn’t regret what she’s given me. “Baby, why?”
She wipes it away and flashes a tiny grin. “I’m fine. I just . . . I love you.”
I dip down and place a kiss on her lips, loving the way she darts out her tongue to taste herself from my mouth. My hips flex, and she pulls her mouth from mine before lifting her leg to hook her toes into the elastic of my shorts.
“Off.”
Together we push my shorts down my legs, and I kick them to the floor, re-settling myself between her warm and welcoming thighs.
I take in her face, cheeks pink, lips plump, and eyelids heavy. My fingers trace her hairline down to her jaw and over her lower lip. “You’re so beautiful, Beatriks.”
She grips my biceps and wiggles beneath me to take me into her body.
“Wait, baby.” I lean over to the bedside table, but her legs wrap around my waist.
“No, don’t. I’m on the pill.” Her gaze falls to my neck and she blushes. “I’m clean, I promise. I know you have no reason to trust me, but—”
My mouth covers hers and she sucks my tongue so hard I almost explode. “I’m clean too.” I breathe before she takes my mouth again. “I trust you.”
I push up on my elbows and align our bodies, dizzy from my racing pulse. I groan and drop my forehead to hers at the wet warmth that envelops me. My chest throbs with all the things I’m feeling; all the conflicting emotions do battle within my head.