Free Talent For Trouble by Bianca D'Arc Page B

continued to flow in small increments. Every third or fourth stroke, he’d add that little rub of his fingertip over the spot that made her squirm.
    “Darak!” She was growing increasingly desperate for the release she’d only ever known in his arms. She reached for him, clutching his strong shoulders in silent entreaty.
    “Do you want me to kiss you, dama ?” His use of the honorific drew her gaze back to his. He stilled, waiting for an answer.
    What was the question? It took her a moment to focus her scattered wits.
    “I want…” What were the words to explain what she wanted more than life at this moment?
    “Yes, dama ? Your wish is my command.” He had the audacity to wink at her.
    How could he tease at a time like this? He had his finger up her cunt, her body writhing to his every movement, and the rogue had the nerve to take the time to tease her.
    “I want to come, Darak. Please, make me come.”
    He withdrew his finger and sat back. She wanted to cry.
    “All in good time.”
    He stroked her right foot, positioned on the edge of the vanity. How she’d ended up in such an indecorous position, she really had no idea. She tried to move, but he wouldn’t let her.
    He rose on his knees to kiss her foot, sucking each toe into his mouth. At first, it seemed a strange thing to do, but the way he held her gaze as he laved the sensitive skin between her toes made her realize there were erogenous places even there, where she least expected them.
    Darak kissed his way up her calf to the bend of her knee and then down the other side, over the inside of her thigh. He nibbled and licked, nipped and even bit her gently a time or two, leaving no outward mark. Inwardly, she was on fire.
    When he reached the place where her thigh met the rest of her body, he sat back to look again. His fingers returned to her folds, spreading them and rubbing over her clit with slow, steady, repetitive pressure until she was nearing the peak once more.
    “Some people call these the nether lips,” Darak mused, shocking her.
    His contemplation of her body at such a critical time was maddening. Why did he talk so much? Why didn’t he just let her come already? He really was the worst possible tease. He got her all hot and bothered—a state she had only ever achieved with him—then made her wait.
    “I don’t care what it’s called,” she muttered, contemplating ways to murder him in his sleep. He had the nerve to chuckle, which didn’t help her mood.
    “Oh, but you should, dama .” He moved closer, inhaling her scent. He seemed pleasantly enthralled by his study of her, so she didn’t feel too self-conscious.
    “Why?” she felt compelled to ask.
    “Because, wherever you have lips, I will always want to kiss them.” So saying, his mouth lowered to her, delivering a kind of kiss she had never imagined. His tongue swirled through her folds, exciting the already engorged nub. He paused there to suck it into his mouth and tease her with his teeth and tongue. Then, he moved lower. His talented tongue delved inside her sheath, stroking as his finger had done, only thicker, hotter and wetter. The combination was enough to make her backside lift from the vanity as her body strained toward him.
    His arms went around her, steadying her on her precarious perch. His mouth rode her as her pleasure peaked, riding her body in waves. She cried out as ecstasy hit her. It could have been his name she called, but she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the man between her thighs and the pleasure only he had ever given her.
    This climax was more than the one she’d had before. More demanding of her body and soul. More pleasurable than anything she had ever experienced. Longer and deeper than anything she could have imagined. She began to understand how people could seek out this kind of feeling again and again.
    She was discovering how sex with one special man could become an addiction that would take a lifetime to