Page 20 of Unmasked Heart
“Ah, ah,” Colton chides.
He pries my hands away and pins them to the green velvet cushion beneath me. He raises an eyebrow and drops his attention back to the parts of me he has exposed.
“You have to watch.”
My cheeks burn hotter and I squirm again.
“But—”
“Shh.” He soothes me by trailing soft kisses over the inside of my thighs. He speaks into my skin in a deep voice. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I want you to watch me while I make you come on my tongue.”
He follows his dirty demand by peeking up at me from between my legs and licks his lips. I can’t stop the squeak that escapes me and his shoulders shake with his laugh.
Colton worships my thighs with kisses and nips that drive me insane. He spends long minutes making his way toward my center, only to hum and bypass the place where I want him most. He even raises on his knees to massage my breasts, pinching my nipples through the finely beaded material.
He tugs at the scooping neckline and before he can destroy the delicate fabric, I undo the hidden zipper and allow him to peel my dress down to my waist. My nipples harden to stiff nubs and he renews his attention to them.
They’re so sensitive by the time he leaves off to hike my hips closer to the edge of the seat.
I dig my fingers in his thick hair, making a fruitless attempt to direct him to the apex of my thighs, but he will not be controlled.
“I know exactly what you need, baby,” Colton murmurs with his lips pressed against my underwear.
My limbs quake from his teasing and I’m practically in tears at the brief pulse of pleasure from the light pressure of his lips through the thin layer separating him from touching my vagina. My body chases after more of it on instinct, my hips lifting.
“Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He’s smug at the reactions he pulls from me, mouth still hovering out of reach above me.
I think he enjoys playing with me. He seems to get a thrill of satisfaction out of teasing me into oblivion, holding power over me.
I can feel his warm breath against my oversensitive skin in the chilled room.
“Please,” I repeat, halfway to delirious. “I need more.”
Colton hums. “Don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you.”
I almost whimper with relief when he hooks his fingers into my underwear, dragging the panties off. At this point, I’m no longer trying to clamp my legs closed. They’re spread wantonly and I’m straining my hips toward Colton’s mouth, eager for it.
He waits a beat while I try to subtly shift myself closer. He teases his touch over the tops of my thighs, mapping a path to my mound and skimming over my labia.
“Please, Colton,” I whisper, gripping the back of the settee above my head.
A shadow crosses over his face and his shoulders tense.
I’m only half-aware of the odd reaction before he descends his mouth on me at last, licking and sucking my folds and circling my clit with his tongue. My back bows and a moan spills from my lips after the torturous body worship I endured.
Colton grunts and molds his mouth to me, sucking my clit and flattening his tongue against it. I squeeze the back of the settee and circle my hips, seeking more. He pins my body with a firm grip, his thumbs pressing into my skin as he eats me out.
He pulls off for a second and I almost scream.
“Watch.”
Colton’s tongue traces my labia, then he presses it inside me, his gaze searing into me from between my legs. I’m helpless, lost in his mesmerizing stare as he brings me closer to the edge.
I thought his tongue was wicked when it was dominating my mouth, but I was wrong. This is true wickedness and I welcome it. Rolling my hips, I grind against his face. Saliva and my own wetness glistens on his cheeks as he shifts up to my clit. His eyes flash up to me once more and I feel his touch teasing my entrance.
I nod before he can ask. Colton pauses to stick two fingers in his mouth and returns to swipe his tongue against me. His fingers sink into my hole and I arch up.