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Tall Silent & Lethal, Page 61

R. L. Mathewson
Page 61

  She groaned, long and loud as he did it again. Squeezing her eyes shut, she dropped her head back and licked her lips, enjoying the feel of his tongue teasing her. It was torture and bliss all wrapped in one leaving her wanting more.

  “Christofer!” she pleaded, licking her lips as she struggled against the urge to open her eyes just so she could glare down at him as she demanded that he stop teasing her and get on with it.

  “Do you want more?” he asked casually as he started the torturous process all over again.

  “Yes!” she moaned just as the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit.

  “Then put your feet on my arms and open up more for me, mein Schatz,” he explained, pressing a kiss against her slit as she moved to do just that. She quickly raised her knees up and placed her feet on his locked elbows.

  A loud moan broke free as Christofer rewarded her with a long leisurely lick through her now exposed lips, hitting every spot that craved his touch. He ran his tongue over her core, under the small hood of her cl*t before his tongue flicked over it, once, twice and then brushed down her cl*t and back over her core where he traced the rim with the tip of his tongue.

  “Keep your eyes closed, mein Schatz,” he whispered.

  She opened her mouth to argue, but simply found herself nodding in agreement as he dipped his tongue inside her. At the same time she felt his mouth close over her core. He gently suckled just as she felt the slide of his tongue retreat with the movement, leaving her gasping and moaning for more.

  Over the years she’d realized something very important when it came to men and sex. There were two types of men when it came to o**l s*x. There were men who used o**l s*x just to get what they wanted, but didn’t take much pleasure in the act. Then there were men who loved the act almost as much as the woman if not more and Christofer was clearly one of those men who loved nothing more than to go down on a woman.

  The thought of him doing this to another woman was not pleasant. Anger surged through her, making her fangs throb as she imagined ripping apart any woman that-

  “I could lick you out all day,” Christofer growled, bringing her murderous thoughts to a quick halt before they could really begin. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined doing this to you? How many times I wondered how you tasted? How many times I’ve wondered how it would feel to slide my fingers inside you? How many times you made me hard over the past couple of weeks? How many times I imagined f**king you?”

  Squeezing her eyes shut, afraid that he’d stop if she opened them, she licked her lips, shaking her head as she imagined him stroking himself as he thought about her. It was almost too much to bear.

  “I never imagined you’d taste this sweet,” he groaned against her swollen wet flesh as she felt his hands gently clasp her ankles and pull them off his arms. He guided her feet to the wall as he slid his tongue inside her.

  As soon as he released his hold on her, she pressed her feet flat against the wall and spread her legs wider, desperate for more. As his tongue slid inside her, his hands caressed her legs, moving down her thighs and then up over the gentle curve of her belly and over her br**sts, teasing her swollen ni**les with his barely-there touches.

  He let his palms skim back down and over her ni**les before he settled his hands around the heavy curve of her br**sts and gently squeezed. His large hands cradled her large br**sts as his thumbs moved to caress her aching ni**les. As his tongue slid out of her only to slide back inside, further than before, his thumbs caressed the swollen skin around her sensitive ni**les, careful not to touch the ni**les themselves.

  Moaning softly as she licked her lips, enjoying the sensation of having his tongue inside her and his very capable hands on her br**sts, Cloe ran her fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue and rewarding him for his very talented tongue. She’d been with several men that enjoyed going down on a woman, but none like Christofer. She never thought a man’s tongue could feel so good.

  As he continued to leisurely lick her out, his right hand gave her breast one last squeeze before it slid back down to join his tongue. She gasped when she felt the first caress of his thumb. His thumb teased the very tip of her clit, spreading the warm liquid over it before he gently pressed down and drew it back and forth, thrumming her perfectly as he stiffened his tongue inside her.

  Before she knew what was happening, Christofer had changed the pace and the pressure of his touch, his gentle tongue no longer licking her out but f**king her with quick hard strokes. His thumb showing no mercy as it sped up to match the strokes of his tongue until she found herself gripping his hair tightly between her fingers, desperate to hold his mouth against her as her breaths sped up, her body began to tremble and then convulse as a scream was ripped from her lips.

  She felt herself tighten around his tongue, her body desperate to keep him inside her. His tongue remained firmly inside of her as he somehow found a way to flick the tip inside her, hitting her in just the right way and ripping another scream from her lips as his thumb suddenly pressed down on her clit, sending her over the edge once more as his fingers gently pinched her nipple.

  When the last tremor left her body, she found herself panting and her h*ps gently rocking against his mouth, greedily taking every last ounce of pleasure that he could give her. Gasping for air, she allowed herself a few more seconds of his touch before she released her death grip on his hair and allowed her hands to drop limply by her sides and her legs to fall open in surrender.

  She felt Christofer press one last kiss against her slit as he pulled away from her. She wanted to reach out and pull him back, wanted him to hold her in his arms as she worked her way through the pleasure induced haze that he’d left her in, but she couldn’t find the strength or the willpower to do it.

  “Open your eyes, mein Schatz,” Christofer whispered softly.

  Wanting to see his face as she worked through the last tremors, she slowly opened her eyes, looked down at Christofer and then abruptly squealed as she found herself falling face first towards the tiled floor below.

  Chapter 35

  Before she could hit the floor, he had her in his arms and was heading for the bedroom, desperate to be inside her.

  “You did great, mein Schatz,” he told the trembling woman in his arms as he pressed a kiss against her forehead.

  “You…. ,” she said, pausing to gasp for air, “bastard!”

  “Is something wrong?” he asked innocently, hoping that it would be enough to make her forget that he’d manipulated her into floating for the first time and that she’d opened her eyes to find herself with an unobstructed view of the tiled floor below. Then again, if he’d been paying attention and had stopped her from sliding up to the ceiling when she’d lost control she probably wouldn’t have been so pissed to find herself pinned against the wall instead of lying flat against the ceiling.

  Ah, live and learn, he thought with a sigh as he placed the visibly angry woman on the bed. When she opened her mouth, no doubt to tell him to go f**k himself, he decided that it would probably be for the best for everyone concerned, meaning his aching cock, to distract her for a minute.

  “You son of-oh, God! Not again!” she ended with a strangled cry as he buried his face between her legs.

  He hadn’t been lying when he’d said that he could happily lick her all day. Just the thought of doing this for the rest of his life had his balls drawing up tight and his c**k aching for release, and he would be doing this for the rest of his life, he’d decided about twenty minutes ago when he got his first taste of her. She was his. It was as simple as that. Since Ephraim’s announcement that she was his mate worked in his favor, he’d decided to just go with it. He didn’t care about the “whys” or “hows,” he just cared that she was his, forever.