Ava had never been shy in the bedroom, but this unabashed sex kitten routine was new to her, and she loved it.
Loved that it was only Luc who’d been able to bring out this side of her.
She toyed with her nipples for several moments, her breath quickly turning to little pants before she moved her hands downward, across her stomach, over her thighs to the thin strap of the garter as she inched closer, continuing to tantalize him with the look-don’t-touch torture.
“Touch yourself,” he said hoarsely.
“Here?” she asked, her finger skimming along the top of the knee-high stocking.
“Higher.”
His eyes were glued to the motion of her hands.
“Here?” Her hand slid up, gently stroking the soft skin beneath her belly button.
“Or here?” Her hand slid down, covering the tiny V of the front of her thong.
“Sims.” It was a tortured moan, and Ava gave him a naughty smile as she touched herself through the panties.
“Uh oh,” she said, pulling her hand away and lifting it to his lips. “All wet.”
He licked her fingers, moving his hands.
“Not yet.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Am I?”
This time when she touched herself, her fingers slipped under the lace, and Luc’s breath hitched as she touched herself in tiny, torturous circles.
She could come just like this. Standing before him in sexy lingerie while his eyes devoured her.
But this wasn’t about her.
Slowly, she removed her fingers, moved closer to him, and lifted one foot to the bed, placing the heel of her shoe carefully near his thigh.
“Your turn to touch.”
Luc swore softly, and he wasted no time getting his hand on her, although it wasn’t with the rough urgency that she expected.
Instead, his hand slid along her exposed inner thigh, his eyes watching hers as the edge of his fingers reached her center.
His other hand joined the first, pulling the black lace aside so she was completely exposed to him.
Luc ran one finger over her, tracing her from clit down to her damp opening and then back again.
This time, it was Ava’s turn to moan. Ava’s turn to be tortured.
He smiled evilly as he repeated the light, teasing motion. Ava knew he wanted her to beg, but this was her game, and she refused to give in.
His finger moved again, this time lingering on her clit, circling once before moving downward.
Ava bit her lip. Do not beg. Do. Not. Beg.
He slid a long finger inside her, and her breath hitched as she leaned forward, her hair covering both of them. A second finger joined the first, sliding in and out of her with perfect friction.
“Like this, Sims?”
She nodded, and he thrust his fingers again, a little harder this time. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
He dipped his head, his lips finding the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh.
He nipped her gently as his fingers continued their slow in-and-out torture.
He turned his head slightly, moving his mouth ever closer to her center, and her fingers slid from shoulders to his hair as he traced his tongue along her thigh.
His hand disappeared then, and Ava nearly wailed at the loss, glaring down at his smirking face.
“You played with fire, Sims. You don’t tease a man like that and not pay the price.”
“What price—”
He licked her. One silky lap of his tongue over her slit.
Ava’s knees buckled, but the hand that wasn’t holding her panties to the side grabbed her ass, holding her to him as he licked her again, longer this time, letting his tongue explore.
Luc ate her with gentle laps, seeming to know when to tease and when to suck, and she could do little more than fist his hair and hold on as he took her to the edge in record time.
“Wait,” she said on a gasp, trying to tug him away. “I—”
His palm moved her closer, pinning her to his mouth as he caught her clit in his mouth, circling with his tongue once, twice— She was gone.