DISCLAIMER: Rated R Excerpt.
“On your knees.”
The lurid smile on her face sent a jolt of need straight to his cock, now aching to get inside her mouth.
His body stilled watching Svetlana waste no time lowering to her knees on the thick rug, her hands braced on his thighs. Blood pounded painfully in his chest. The feminine scent of her arousal found him, seducing his sense of smell. Inhaling left him an addict to her scent, a beta to her touch, making him tremble the deeper it bled through his system. The mere sight of her knelt before him was a gift he’d cherish until they were no more than a memory in the family. Eager for the first caress of her lips, Ridge tensed from the sting of her nails digging into his flesh as she adjusted herself closer running her chin over the swollen head. Hell, he was on fire. The need on her face tugged at his heart in a deep place he’d never opened to another soul. Others pleased him because of his position his authority, and power. Her dark gaze asked for his pleasure, to satisfy his hunger nearly dropping him to his knees. To covet the feel of her pressed to his chest, made his fingers flex along his thighs.
Her soft purr danced up his skin. His arousal jerked, the pearl of his gratitude balanced on the tip glistening under the candlelight.
As if he moved too slowly, he watched his fingers thread through her soft hair without direction or perhaps he’d wanted it so bad his body went on autopilot. Her scalp was warm beneath his touch. Her soft moan filled the air behind his caress. Directing her closer—he wouldn’t push her—but waited for her to become comfortable.
Peering down past her full bare breasts, nipples tickling his legs, he sucked in a breath as she braced her hands to his thighs. His pulse raced as she studied him touching him carefully holding him between her hands stroking the thick erection from the base up to the tip. Heat suffused the tip as it disappeared.
“That’s it baby, take me inside that sweet mouth,” he said sinking both hands deeper in her thick hair, curling his fingers, and focusing not to tighten his grip when her tongue slipped under his testicles. It widened his stance to keep him from falling.
He stiffened.
Svetlana pulled back, not giving him time to think before slipping her tongue around the wide head, flicking the tip. His thigh muscles coiled tight. White lightning flared through his body. Hell, she was good.
He lost himself in the warm glide of her tongue teasing and tasting him. He wanted to shove himself deep between her tight lips, but constrained the urge letting her find her own rhythm.
Candle light flickered over her flushed cheeks hallowing around his length.
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