Sweeter Than Honey
blushing to her roots.
    “It’s a lot like what you did for me. You don’t even have to untie my hands. Just straddle my face backward—”
    Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “I can’t do that.”
    “Tell me, Honey,” he said, pitching his voice low. “Was I a mouthful? Did your lips stretch around me?”
    Her nod was a sharp, reluctant dip.
    “I don’t want you hurting yourself when you take me inside you. Let me prepare you.”
    “You’ve…prepared a woman before?”
    “A time or two.”
    She looked away, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.
    Knowing she was close to caving, he counted slowly to ten, keeping his breaths even and his expression shuttered.
    One hand pulled at a lock of her hair, tugging it down to cover one nipple. He wasn’t even sure she was aware of the telltale gesture. A gesture he found endearing.
    “I don’t know…it’s too embarrassing. You’ll see everything.”
    “Do you think a man wouldn’t find that view attractive?” he growled. She scowled and he nearly laughed. “Well, you’re wrong, sweetheart. Tonight’s supposed to be about your needs. I promise, you’ll like this.”
    “I just turn around…?”
    “And bring your pussy to my mouth.”
    She shuddered and closed her eyes. “Say that again.”
    “What? Pussy?” At the quickening rise of her chest, he grinned. “Like that word?”
    Her nose wrinkled. “It’s nasty.”
    “But you like it.”
    She opened her eyes, heat blazing in the green depths. “Yes.”
    “Put your pussy on my mouth,” he said more firmly, growing more confident by the moment he’d bend her to his will.
    Finally, Honey shifted on the mattress, moving so slowly his control felt stretched to the limit by the time she faced away and straddled his belly. Moisture from her slick sex seeped onto his skin, and he gritted his teeth.
    Jesus, he wanted to taste it, wanted to slide his tongue deep as it could reach and drink her cream. “Get up on your knees and back up to me.”
    “This was definitely not one of my fantasies,” she muttered as she slowly backed up his chest. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”
    “Don’t think. Just do it.”
    Her bottom rose in front of his face and her cunt hovered just above his mouth. The musky aroma of her arousal had his mouth watering. He blew a stream of air at the moisture clinging to her nether lips, and her thighs and bottom quivered.
    “Come closer, sweetheart,” he gritted out.
    When her sex touched his lips, she hissed air between her teeth.
    Smiling, he kissed her there. “Good girl, easy now.” He wished he could use his fingers to spread her. Instead, he rubbed her with his mouth and bristly chin, working her side-to-side to open her. The outer lips of her sex were plump, engorged, and he sucked on them one at a time until she squirmed and gasped. Knowing how aroused and frustrated she was becoming, he took his time—sucking, then licking between, fluttering his tongue on the thin edges of her inner lips, dipping into her entrance to take the cream that seeped from inside.
    The salty-musky flavor of her desire exploded on his tongue, and he fought the ropes binding his wrists, needing to touch her, needing to plunge fingers, tongue and cock inside her.
    When he felt a slackening in one of his bonds, he quickly slipped his hand free and reached across to untie the other, all the while continuing to suckle and lick her ripening sex.
    Free now, he gripped her arse hard, ignoring her shocked gasp, and forced her forward, wrestling her squirming body to the mattress until he had her pinned with his weight.
    He nudged her bottom with his hardening cock. “My turn,” he growled.
    “You made me do that just so you could take advantage,” she said, her voice tight.
    “Think I didn’t like it?” Her silence firmed his jaw. He’d show her how much he’d liked it. He’d hold her down and pleasure every inch of her luscious body.
    He worked a hand between their

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