Page 37 of Tempting Devil
Instead, she submitted to me completely, meeting my gaze in the mirror as I slowly lowered the zipper of her dress, sliding it down her frame along with her panties until she stood exposed before me.
She tried to face me, but I kept her locked in place, smoothing my hand along her torso, committing every curve to memory, although I could already draw every inch of her with my eyes closed. The shape of her nipples. The fullness of her lips. Right down to the jagged line of the scar over her heart.
I reverently traced my fingers over it before taking a breast in my hand, my dick throbbing with the need to fuck her. But I needed this more. The buildup. The anticipation. The way her body squirmed in response to my touch. It was incredibly gratifying.
“Gideon, please,” she begged as I rolled a nipple between my fingers.
“What do you need?”
“To feel you.”
I gently rocked my hips against her. “You do feel me.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Her voice dripped with desperation, her body throbbing with need. “It hurts, this ache inside me.”
“Then let me make you feel good.”
I abruptly spun her around, moving her to the edge of the bed and lowering her onto it. My knees hit the floor in front of her, and I spread her legs wide, admiring her glistening pussy. Without wasting another second, I plunged my tongue deep inside her, eliciting a loud moan as she fell back onto the mattress.
“No, Imogene. Watch.”
She snapped her eyes open, propping herself onto her elbows to meet my hungry stare, her desire coating my lips and beard.
“I don’t want you to take your eyes off that mirror. If you do, I won’t let you come. I want you to see what I do when I make you come. Want you to see how goddamn beautiful you are when you let go. Want you to watch me own this cunt.” I dragged a finger along her center, causing her to squirm. “Own you.”
I kept my gaze trained on her as I circled her clit with my tongue. As instructed, she didn’t fall back on the bed. Instead, her eyes remained locked on the mirror as she watched her reaction to my ministrations. Every so often, I noticed her close her eyes, so I retreated, denying her of the orgasm she was desperate for.
That was all it took for her to snap them open and watch herself again.
“Do you see how incredible you look?” I rasped out as I drove my fingers inside her. “How flushed your perfect skin gets when you’re on the cusp of ecstasy?”
“Gideon, please. This is torture.”
“You haven’t seen torture, baby.”
“I need to come so bad. Need you to make me come.”
“Be a good girl and ask nicely.”
“Please, Gideon. Please make me come.”
“Gladly.” I returned my mouth to her, my tongue circling her clit as I hooked my fingers around to hit the spot that set her off.
“Oh, god,” she mewled.
“Don’t look away, Imogene,” I reminded her gruffly. “Watch what I do to you. What only I do to you. Never forget it.”
“Never again.”
“Good.” I dragged my tongue along her clit once more, this time adding my teeth as I sucked it into my mouth.
She detonated around me, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room as she came undone.
And like the good girl she was, she watched the entire thing through the mirror.
Her body was still convulsing when I stood up and flipped her onto her stomach.
“Hands and knees,” I demanded as I toed out of my shoes, swiftly pushing down my pants and boxer briefs.