Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [41]
He looked confused and apparently decided she was talking about the wine. “Take a drink and see.”
But she shook her head. “No. My pussy. How does it taste?”
Once more, his gaze darkened, and she knew she’d succeeded at shocking—and exciting—him yet again.
In reply, he simply held out his free hand—toward her mouth. “Like this.” He touched two fingers to her lips, nudging—and after only a split second of doubt she parted them, letting him ease inside.
The taste on her tongue was strange—a bit salty, a bit sweet, somehow a little sour, and very pervasive. She didn’t like it, but it still turned her on to share such extreme intimacy with him.
“Well?” he asked.
“Frankly…yuck.” She made a face, then took a big drink of her wine.
He laughed easily. “I guess it’s kinda like beer. An acquired taste.”
“But you sincerely like it?” She’d grown curious, and a little fascinated.
His eyes told her the question was making him think about it in a way he never had before. “It definitely gets me hot,” he said, “so yeah, I sincerely like it. But…if I didn’t equate the taste with sex…well, let’s just say I probably wouldn’t spread it on my hamburger.”
She let out a loud, quick laugh, then informed him, “You’re getting a little gross here.”
He leaned closer, still wearing a sexy grin. “You started the conversation.”
Setting her wine aside, she twined her arms around his neck and said, “Well, now I’m finishing it,” and kissed him.
Of course, she tasted herself on his mouth, too—but again, the rawness of it only added to her desire. She’d just come, but she still wanted much more of him, particularly the part underneath the bubbles. And she’d long since ceased feeling shy.
Reaching down into the suds, she wrapped her hand full around his hard cock and listened to his low moan, watched his eyes fall shut. She’d done the same thing in the closet, but again, this was different.
Now she had the time to run her fist up and down his length, to squeeze and caress, explore. Mmm, God, he was huge. She’d realized that last night, yet a penis the size of his wasn’t the kind of thing a girl easily got used to.
“This is so much different than last time,” she said, letting her thoughts out. “That was so rushed, so heated. And this is so much…slower. Better.”
A lecherous expression made its way onto his face. “This is still heated, babe. Very.”
So true, so she only nodded—but this was…so much easier. It felt less like sinning. Simply because they were in his private room, someplace where there was no danger of being discovered.
Of course, she was overthinking this—she knew that. This was no better or worse than fucking him in that closet had been. This was just as dirty, just as brazen—more so in ways. But it felt better. Just to have this private time with him. Time to be playful. Time to be sexy.
And now, she decided, was the time to ride him, ride that hot, hard erection, take her fill of him, show him all the wanton lust that had been building inside her.
Letting her tongue slide sensually along her upper lip, she locked her gaze on his and moved to straddle him.
“Find something you like down there, my dirty girl?”
“Mmm,” she purred, situating herself until she felt the head of his shaft right where she wanted it.
“Then I’m gonna let you have it.” With that, he clamped his hands over her hips and pushed her down to sheathe him.
They both groaned at the impact and Brenna knew she’d never been fuller—this position making him feel even larger than he had last night. “So big,” she murmured.
“Tell me you like it.”
“I love it,” she sighed, then began to move on him.
Letting his palms close over her ass beneath the bubbles, Damon leaned in to deliver a sensuous tongue kiss that nearly turned her inside out. One kiss became two, and then more, more, as Brenna followed her body’s instincts, undulating on him in rhythmic circles that