Page 40 of Seduced in Ink
“Good.” And then he inched his finger in slowly, curling it as she tightened around him.
She moaned again, and he went back to feasting on her nipples, tugging the lace down to gain better access to her sweet skin. He added a second finger, and then a third, working her hard as she arched, her hips practically coming off the mattress. When he moved, hard and fast, she finally came on him, her thighs clamping around his wrist. He grinned against her breasts before capturing her mouth and the shocked moan she let free.
He slowly removed his fingers, then met her gaze before licking her juices off, slowly, knowing the taste would haunt him until the end of his days.
So sweet, so fucking tempting.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she said, blushing.
“I’m not done yet.”
He kissed her again, knowing that she could likely taste herself on his lips before he got up and winked. “Be right back.”
“You’re leaving me like this?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. But I promise I’ll be right back.”
He practically ran to the kitchen, his dick hard and caged within his boxer briefs. He was grateful for that. If he weren’t covered, he’d probably have hurt himself with how quickly he moved.
He got a bowl, filled it with ice, and found a linen napkin perfectly ironed in her drawer. He returned to the bedroom and held back a laugh as she sat up on the bed, narrowing her eyes at him.
“You got ice?” she asked, her voice a little sharp.
“You’ll see.”
He set the items down on the end of the bed and gently prowled towards her, kissing her hard and tugging on her hair.
“You said you trusted me.”
“And you left me after you gave me an orgasm. That’s not very nice.”
“I promise I’ll give you another.”
He kissed her again before moving her to her back.
He reached around for the linen napkin and raised a brow.
“You’re going to tie me up?”
“No, not today.”
He kissed her again and gently tied the napkin around her eyes.
Her breath caught, her lips parting, so he kissed her again, knowing that she couldn’t see him.
“Too tight?”
“No. I kind of like it.”
“Anything you don’t like, you tell me.”
“Promise.”
He undid her bra, her breasts falling into his palms. He licked and sucked them, loving the way she squirmed beneath him.
When he reached for the bowl, he pulled out an ice cube and let the cool droplets of water fall onto her breasts.
She gasped, and he grinned before tracing her nipple with the ice cube, loving the way she puckered. It made him impossibly hard. He blew cool air over her pebbled flesh before licking and sucking, bringing her buds to such hard points that he knew she was aching for him.