Page 103 of Poison and Wine
As he stripped the torn fabric down his arms, he nodded. “I’m so desperate to touch and taste you, I’ll do anything you ask of me.”
“Anything?” I questioned as his fingers came to work on his belt.
He momentarily paused. “Aye,” he replied with heat blazing in his eyes.
I didn’t know why the sinful words that formed in my mind flowed so easily from my lips. “Get on your knees.”
The shock on Callum’s face would’ve been humorous in any other situation. But then his hands froze on the button of his pants. Without taking his eyes from mine, he sank slowly to his knees before me, causing my body to tremble.
As he gazed up at me, he cocked his head. “What would you ask of me now, Kitten?”
I truly didn’t know. I’d never thought he’d actually take my command seriously. The ache between my thighs had grown almost painful. At the realization I still stood with my robe open to the waist, I closed the gap between us. “Take off my robe.”
He quickly brought his hands to my waist, and his fingers deftly undid the silky sash. Once he opened it, Callum leaned up to gently slide the robe off my shoulders and down my arms. When it pooled around my feet, I bit down on my lip as I stared at him. His gaze left mine to trail down my body.
When he reached my lace-clad center, he grinned up at me. “I’m glad to see you’re not wearing Nun’s Knickers anymore.”
A nervous laugh burst from my lips. “Excuse me?”
“That’s what I named the panties you were wearing the night I took you.”
I gasped. “You saw my…” I gulped, “underwear?”
Callum rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like I didn’t tell you. I had to change you out of your wet nightgown, remember?
“Oh, that’s right.” I challenged, “Surely you didn’t expect me to be wearing something like these in the order.” I motioned to my skimpy thong.
“Of course not.” His finger dipped into the waistband of the lace, causing me to gasp. “Of course, I’d prefer from now on out, you don’t wear any underwear. Period.”
“Let me guess. You’d prefer I only wore skirts and dresses.”
“That too.” He pulled my thong down over my hips and down my thighs. Once it joined my robe on the floor, he winked at me. “I want easy access to your pussy.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “Do you always say such things?”
“I do.” Winking, he added, “You’ll grow to like it.”
“We’ll see.”
As Callum ran his hand over the trimmed pubic hair on my mound, he grinned up at me. “This is unexpected.”
I blushed at his meaning. “I got waxed at the spa.”
“I like it. I wouldn’t have minded a full bush.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll grow it out for you,” I teasingly replied.
“Mm, Kitten, your mouth is so sassy today.”
Before I could argue that I wasn’t sassy, Callum’s hand slid between my legs, causing me to gasp. His fingers rubbed along my lips before his thumb found my clit. As he began to circle and tease it, I gripped his shoulders. My hips began to move of their own accord, desperately seeking out friction.
“Do you like that?” he questioned, his voice deep and husky.
“Mm, hmm,” I murmured, as I bit down on my lip.
“I’d have to agree as wet as you are.”
When he slipped two fingers inside me, I sucked in a breath. “Is that okay?” he asked as his fingers swirled within me.