Tara nodded. "I want to be held. I want you to help me get over this wussy-assed crap so I can be the woman you need."
"Firefly, you are the woman I desire and want above all others. Never doubt that." He shifted off the bed.
And she didn't doubt him. Well, her heart didn't. That organ recognized love when it saw it and returned it. Even her conscious mind recognized Price had meant every word he said and that she was it for him. It was her damn unconscious mind and the primitive part of her brain that still had to get with the program.
But Price understood—and that was part of the reason she loved him with every breath in her body. He wasn't afraid of her strengths and he was accepting of her weaknesses. His strength, his patience, and his love would be what allowed her to have the life she'd always planned on—with an interesting career and a family.
Price had already claimed her heart and mind, now she just needed to give him her body.
Once he'd gotten under the covers, he lay on his back and turned his head to look at her. His expression was warm, encouraging, and so filled with love it gave her the courage to settle her head on his chest. She rested her hand over his heart. His pulse was steady and strong, just like him. She sighed and rubbed her cheek over his warm skin and inhaled. Already she felt better, stronger, just being with him, skin-to-skin.
"Tell me how to help you." He kissed the top of her head. He stroked her shoulder and then continued on down her side. His hand was so warm against her nakedness. So gentle.
Tell the man what you need. He's not Miller.
She sniffled. A tear rolled down her cheek and onto his chest. She licked it away. He shuddered against her and his cock twitched under the sheet.
Don't be a tease.
"Price?" She lifted her head and found desire smoldering in his eyes. "I want to try, but if I can't—"
"Then we'll fall back on heavy petting." He smiled.
Tara focused on his smoky blue gaze as she slid her hand under the sheet and then down his body to his erection. Price stopped stroking her side and cupped her hip.
Keeping her gaze on his face, she slid her index finger down then up his heavily veined shaft. His eyes closed and his cock jerked. She stroked the silky, heated skin again. His cock pulsed under her touch as Price inhaled sharply. A slight flush covered his cheekbones.
Emboldened by his reaction—by her control over him—she surrounded his cock with her hand and gave him a little squeeze. Then she swept her thumb over the head and collected the droplets of precum. His eyes flashed open and the smoldering embers of just a few seconds ago had turned into flames.
Tara brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked on it.
Price growled. "You're teasing the tiger, firefly."
"Uh-huh. How do I let him off his leash?" She rose and braced herself over his torso, one hand on his chest, the other on the bed by his arm. She licked his beaded nipple.
"That'll do it." His voice was all gritty and low. He gently urged her onto her side, facing him, her body touching him from hip to thigh. Then he took her hand to her mouth. "Lick your palm. Get it really wet."
She did.
He guided her hand back to his cock. "I need you to grip me tightly and then I'll show you the speed and motion I need. Okay?"
"Yes." She took hold of his cock. "Like this?"
"Tighter." His hand tightened over hers. "Now move like this." He showed her a twisting up and down motion around his shaft. "Start slow, then as my cock pulses against your hand, speed up, and as more precum appears add that swiping motion over the head with your thumb."
Tara focused on his cock. Using his instructions as a guideline and recognizing that what she was doing was bringing him more and more pleasure, she improvised. She sat up so she could use both hands and then fondled his balls as she kept stroking his cock.
"Fuck that's good, sweetheart." His words came out low and husky. "You okay with this?"
"Very okay." She glanced upward. His eyes were half-closed and he massaged her back as she stroked him. His touch, so innocent in nature, sent a frisson of pleasure over her skin which then settled in her core.
"You're a natural."
His praise filled her with happiness and arousal. Her nipples tightened and her pussy grew wetter.
Going with her gut, she stopped stroking him and rearranged her body so she could lean down and give the head of his cock a little lick. She looked up and found heat and lust in his eyes. A loving smile curved his mouth.
"You like that?" she asked.
"Fuck, yeah." He swept a finger gently over her lips. She shivered. Every touch made her want him all the more. "But you don't need to suck me. I'll come just from your hands on me."
Tara thought about it for a second. Pleasing Price pleased her, and she realized that right here, right now, there were only the two of them in this room. Nothing and no one else intruded. All that was in her head was pleasing him. "I want you to come in my mouth. Now."
"Yes, ma'am." He smoothed his fingers over her hair.
Tara felt his touch in her heart and her sex. It all felt…right.
Holding his cock steady, she took him into her mouth and began an up-and-down motion that was comfortable for her yet still made him moan. Adding her tongue to the mix elicited deep, throaty groans from her píítaa. So she continued.
As she gave him head, she fondled his balls in her other hand. When they tightened, Price's body stiffened beneath her.
"I'm gonna come."
His words prompted her to suck him harder and take him deeper. His hand cradled her cheek, but he didn't shove or push her, merely braced her head as if he was afraid she'd stop.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, baby. So fucking good." He groaned a low sound that made her clit throb. "Don't stop."
She wasn't stopping. Bringing him to orgasm was the mission now and she never backed away from a mission.
Price emitted a low feral growl that seemed to vibrate all along her body and made her pussy throb. Recalling something she once read, she slipped a finger to stroke the skin between his balls and his anus.
"Fu-u-ck!" Price's body arched off the bed as he climaxed.
Tara swallowed his salty cum until his cock went semi-lax in her mouth. Even in the throes of pleasure, his touch had remained gentle and loving.
"So sweet. So good. The best I've ever had," he crooned and lightly stroked her hair and neck as she licked his cock.
His full-body shudders as she lapped at the last beads of cum on his cockhead underlined the pleasure she had given and still was giving him. If she had feathers, she'd be ruffling them with delight.
His praise was erotic. Her skin burned for his touch. Her clit throbbed and her inner muscles clenched around an emptiness that needed to be filled, but—
"I want you in me. Now. But I sort of ruined that." She angled her head. "Can you go again? I mean, some men can, and some men can't."
"In a little while, but I need to take care of you first." He pulled her up his body until she was face-to-face with him. Even his strength aroused her, for she was no lightweight.
"What do you have planned?" she asked.
"I'm going to eat you up, firefly." He kissed the tip of her nose. "And after I give you a few orgasms, I'll be ready to make you completely mine.
Chapter 13
Tara liked the sound of being completely Price's. As far as him eating her up, well, since no one had ever bothered to do that to her before, she was open to the experience. With Price doing it, she was sure she'd like it.
"Lie back, sweetheart." Price helped her to turn over onto her back. "Stop thinking so much. Just feel. If I do anything you don't like, just let me know. Got it?"
"Yes, but, Price, I've liked everything you've done to me over the last week—the kissing, the touching, and the petting me to orgasm—and, now, you coming in my mouth." She smiled. "I guess I just like how you make me feel."
"I'm glad."
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br /> He gave her his gorgeous smile, the one that lit up his whole face and made his eyes sparkle like sapphires. During the time she'd known him, he hadn't smiled that way often, but when he did, she was amazed that it was usually aimed at her. Whatever she'd done that made him so happy, she planned on continuing—once she figured out what it was and how she'd done it.
When Price got off the bed, she was dismayed. Where was he going?
She braced herself on her elbows, her gaze following him as he walked to the end of the bed. "Price, aren't you going to kiss me?"
Tara had figured he'd start with kisses on the mouth and work his way down to her breasts, and finally to her pussy. While she might not have had a lot of sexual experience—and the experience she did have had either been snooze-worthy or horror-film-worthy—she hadn't been raised in a vacuum, and from what she'd concluded, most sexual foreplay started with kissing on the mouth.
Price climbed onto the bed from the end and stopped at her feet. He stroked her leg. The sensation gave her goose bumps.
"Sometimes, I like to start at the bottom and work my way to the top." He circled an ankle with his hand and lifted her foot to his mouth.
Feet? Her mind rejected it, but her body was fully on board as intense arousal swept over her like a firestorm.
"Some women like this…"
Price's experience was well-known in the county, but Tara wasn't sure she liked hearing about him fondling other women's feet. But then again, she'd be the only recipient of his experience from now on. So she should feel sorry for all the women who'd never again know the wonder of Price's attention.
"…I can tell you're overthinking things again." He turned and gave her ankle bone a long, delicate lick. "Let me do this. If you don't like it, I'll move on to the knees. The backs of the knees, I've found, are very sensitive."
Tara nodded. She wasn't sure she could produce a coherent word at the moment since the touch of his tongue on her ankle had her inner muscles clenching, her clit pulsing in time with her rapid heart rate, and an increase in the wetness between her thighs.
Price eyed her exposed sex and smiled. "I think you liked that."
She nodded and wetted suddenly dry lips.
Price's eyes burned a brilliant flame blue as he focused on her mouth. He emitted a little growl. "Be patient, baby. I'll be taking that luscious mouth of yours before we're through. Now, lie back down and let me make you feel good."
After she relaxed onto the mattress, he cupped her calf and began tasting her ankle, paying particular attention to the ankle bone. Her pussy spasmed with each brush of his tongue, and with each twitch she grew impossibly wetter. When he kissed the arch of her foot, she giggled.
"Ticklish?" He hummed. "I'll keep that in mind…for later."
What? No. Tickling would be a definite no. Or maybe not, because the next tickling caress of her arch made her ache in a good way and added to her increasing arousal. When Price nibbled the bottom of her big toe, she had a full body shiver that made her whimper with need.
Okay, her feet and ankles were big-time erogenous zones for her. Who knew? Obviously Price had.
As her píítaa nipped and tasted each toe on the foot he held, she couldn't hold still. The erotic sensations built until she found herself moaning constantly.
"Tara?"
She swallowed the next moan and focused on him.
"We'll be keeping this in our sex playbook."
It wasn't a question. He gave her ankle a final nuzzle, then lifted her leg so he could lick down her calf until he reached the back of the knee.
Whoa. As he nuzzled, lapped, and nipped, the accumulated sensations shot straight to her pussy and set her clit to pounding. She whimpered and gripped the sheets as he paid assiduous attention to every square inch of her knee, front and back.
Then her devil lover treated the other leg to the same treatment, and he took his fine time doing it. By the time he'd finished all ten toes, both ankles, and both knees, she was in a morass of need.
Breathing heavily, she watched through the veil of her lashes as he made room between her legs and then crawled between them. He just knelt there, his bare chest and six-pack abs moving with each rasping breath. His blue, laser-like gaze focused on her sex. He licked his lips and his nostrils dilated as if he could smell her arousal.
Tara barely restrained herself from covering her mound. She'd seen her pussy, mostly when she trimmed her pubic hair so she could wear a bathing suit. She'd never given it much thought. It was there and it functioned. She didn't think it was particularly pretty. It just was. So, why was Price staring at it so long?
"You're beautiful." He stroked the top of one of her thighs with a soothing, yet arousing, motion.
"How did you know I was thinking about it?" She frowned. She wasn't sure she liked him reading her so well. A girl had to have some secrets from her lover, right?
"Because you're a beautiful woman who doesn't know she's beautiful." Price gave her a crooked grin. "With three sisters, I learned early on about women and body image insecurities."
He lightly traced her mound with the tip of one finger. "It's my considered opinion that you have a very pretty pussy, and I'm gonna love eating you until you scream with pleasure."
Tara probably would've thought of some sort of response—eventually—but Price began to kiss and suckle the inside of one of her thighs. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h."
It sort of tickled, so she wiggled to escape the torment. "No…stop, please."
Price didn't stop, but changed to nibbling instead as he held her thigh steady. She liked that much better, the little bite of teeth took it out of the ticklish range and into the making-her-hotter range.
When she moaned and muttered, "Fu-u-ck," he chuckled and nuzzled where he'd nipped.
Giving her little bites and nuzzling kisses, he made his way up her leg toward the juncture of her thighs.
The anticipation was killing her. And by this point, remaining still had become impossible. When he reached his goal, he backtracked and repeated his ministrations to her other thigh.
She mewled out his name. Her devil lover chuckled.
By the time he reached the center of her need, Tara was panting and so turned on she was sure she'd explode if he licked anywhere around her opening.
Her píítaa must've been a sadist in another life, because he skipped over her throbbing and swollen clit and licked her belly button before tracing a zig-zag path up her abs and then over each rib.
When he cupped a breast, she arched off the mattress and gasped for breath. Taking the nipple into his mouth, he suckled it with hard, strong pulls.
"Fuck, píítaa," she cried out as she grasped his head. Whether to hold him to her breast or push him away, she wasn't sure. The sensations were a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Too much. Please." Her head tossed from side to side. She needed to climax, but the threshold kept moving with each different sensation he gave her.
"Tara?" Price nuzzled the valley between her breasts and licked a path to the other nipple. Cupping that breast, he held it for his lips and tongue and, blessed gods, his teeth. "Sweetheart, do you want me to stop?"
"Yes…I mean, no."
Price teased his lips over the tip of her aching nipple and then moved on from her breast to her mouth. "I think you've liked everything I've done so far. You're just not used to a man paying that much attention to you."
"Probably." Since his mouth was a whisper away from hers, she tasted his lips with her tongue. He captured her tongue, then devoured her mouth until she saw stars. She whimpered. He pulled away and turned to nuzzle along her jaw to her ear. "Uh, Price?"
How was she supposed to form sentences when he was doing that to her ear?
"Yes, sweetheart?" He nipped the lobe and then suckled it.
"Oh-h-h," she breathed.
He chuckled and did it again.
Finally when he moved to taste her shoulder, she co
uld think again.
Then lost all reason once more when Price returned to her mouth, his tongue thrust inside, conquering her mouth, conquering her. He kissed her until she was as limp as overcooked pasta.
After he pulled away from her lips, he nuzzled her ear before whispering against it, "Now, I'm ready for dessert. After I've gotten you all warmed up, I'm going to make love to you. Sound good to you?"
"Uh-huh." She reached for his face and pulled him to her until his forehead touched hers. "But I'm ready now." She nipped his chin then licked the hurt. "I'm fairly sure I'll come as soon as you enter me."
"You'll be even more ready after I eat you up." He gave her one last firm kiss on the mouth, then winked. "I love eating pussy, baby. So much so, you're gonna come at least twice before I put my cock in you. And once my cock is lodged in your snug, warm channel, I plan to be there awhile. I've already come once and will be able to hold off my climax for quite some time. So, you'll probably orgasm once or twice while I'm making love to you."
Blessed Moon, I think I'm in for a long night.
Those were her last coherent thoughts for quite a while.
* * * *
Price had to smile. His little firefly had thought he'd bypass eating her out and go straight to intercourse. Not this guy. He'd managed to give her two nicely drawn-out orgasms over the last half hour or so.
Kneeling on the bed, with her legs braced on his shoulders, he gripped her bottom, lifting her lower torso up and off the mattress closer to his mouth. He rubbed his beard-shadowed jaw over an inner thigh. The resulting little wiggle of her torso and a whimper were cute. She couldn't move all that much, just enough so she wouldn't feel held down. He wasn't taking the chance of triggering any bad memories.
"Price—" His name was a plea. "I need your cock. In me. Now!"
His little firefly had gotten more and more demanding during the time he'd been worshiping her pussy. Not once had she asked him to stop or shown signs of fear. Her trust in him was sexy and very welcome.
"One more, baby," he placed a kiss right above her very distended clit, "and then I'll come inside you. But first, we need to talk about protection. Are you on birth control, sweetheart?" He traced a finger along her swollen labia.
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