Her eyes flew back open when Diesel was suddenly in her space. “You’re beautiful,” he told her again, his hands snaking around her waist. Bending his head, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, catching both her tight bud and her finger, which was still covering it.
Now she gasped, shocked at how such a slight contact could make everything inside her tighten and jolt. He moved her hands down away from her ni**les and slowly laved across first one, then the other. He blew on her moist flesh each time he pulled away, heightening her awareness. Tuesday grabbed on to his waist, needing something to hold on to while he sucked her, first going at her gently and seductively, then switching to nipping and sucking hard, drawing her fully into his mouth.
She wanted to say something, to beg him for consistency, to pick a mood and stick with it, yet she didn’t because it was the very thing about his sexual approach that got her the hottest. It didn’t make sense, but his ability to strip away her control, to direct everything they were doing completely turned her on. So she let him switch at random intervals, sucking and biting and then softly licking, until she was breathing hard, clinging to him, squeezing her legs together and ready to beg.
He suddenly stopped altogether, just taking a step back before giving her left nipple one final pinch. “You’re right. These are very impressive ni**les. First class.”
A breathy laugh escaped her mouth, despite the fact that she wanted to moan at his departure. “Why thank you.”
She reached out and tried to go for his zipper but Diesel stopped her yet again. “Stop stopping me,” she told him in frustration.
“Anticipation is part of the fun,” he said, leaning in and kissing the side of her neck.
An unexpected sharp swat on her backside had her eyes flinging open in shock. He had taken the crop to her again and damn, if it didn’t turn her on.
“And you need to learn some patience.”
As Tuesday quivered in desire, his lips on her neck, grip tight on her hands above her head, her ass receiving yet another quick smack, she knew she was about to be taught a lesson in that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TUESDAY let her head fall back for better access and sighed when her bare br**sts made contact with his hard chest. “Oh, that feels good.” She bumped her inner thighs against his erection, both wanting to give in to his domination, and wanting to resist. “And for the record, anticipation is overrated.”
“So you like instant gratification?”
“Yes.” She liked to think of it more as knowing what she wanted and getting it right away.
He dropped his hand, releasing her wrists. “Then I’m going to give it to you.”
Before she even realized what he was about to do, Diesel had stripped her pants down to her knees and his mouth was buried between her thighs.
“Oh, shit,” was all she could manage before she dug her fingers into his hair and held on as he licked from one end of her slit to the other.
His hands gripped her ass tightly as he worked her hard and tight with his tongue. Tuesday threw her head back and gasped, instinctively trying to move away from the intensity of his touch.
He just held her tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh, nose pressing against her belly as he pulled her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked. Tuesday knew she was going to come and she knotted her fingers in his hair. When he slid back down inside her moist, hot center, she bit her bottom lip and let the orgasm rip through her. She didn’t make any sound, just let it rock through her as they gripped each other tightly. It was one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever had, and when the waves of pleasure subsided slightly, she still didn’t speak, just sucked in some air and tried to comprehend what the hell he had just done to her.
Diesel stepped back and stood straight, tossing his hair out of his eyes. “Instant gratification. But now you’ll anticipate the second time you come. So in the end, we’ll still do it my way.”
She shivered, no doubt in her mind that he could make her come again in another ninety seconds if he chose.
About to make a comment, hell, give him a compliment, she stopped when she realized that he had winced then tried to hide it. He had been down on his knees eating her out, and it was obvious that had been a bad idea. Instantly flooded with both guilt and compassion, Tuesday reached for his hand.
“Are you okay?”
But his eyebrows shot up and she knew it was the wrong thing to say. He avoided her touch, and with his foot came down on her pants, still hovering around her ankles. “Don’t do that. Don’t feel sorry for me.”
That irritated her. She wasn’t feeling sorry for him. She was expressing concern. There was a big difference and she didn’t like his attitude. “Maybe you should appreciate that I give a shit how you feel.”
“If you give a shit how I feel you would step out of your pants and get on my bed.”
While she had to admit she liked the way he dominated in the bedroom, this was different. Even as she did kick her pants entirely off, she told him, “Only after you tell me you’re okay.”
It was a face-off. He stared at her, jaw set. She stared back, chin up, ready to do battle. She wasn’t going to be responsible for him spending the next day in swollen agony from straining his knee.
For a second, she thought they were going to wind up ending the evening right there. But then his shoulders eased up a little and he shook his head.
“I’m fine. Thank you, sweetheart.”
It absolutely one hundred percent melted her heart. Tuesday felt her breath catch, felt her chest squeeze, felt something really shocking rise up in her. He was one of the most amazing men she’d ever encountered, able to flip between alpha and beta, strong and sensitive all at once.
“You’re welcome,” she said, and was about to say something about her appreciation when he took her by the arms and shoved her backward down onto his bed. Stunned, she lay there for a second, trying to focus on the ceiling and process her changed perspective when it was altered again. Gripping her by the calves, he yanked her down to the edge of the bed so that her legs dangled toward the floor.
She thought he was going to use his tongue on her again, but he surprised her by simply placing a gentle kiss on her sex then standing up. Her arms were up behind her head, and Tuesday felt completely at ease and aroused. She had won a round with Diesel and now she was perfectly content to let him do whatever he wanted in whatever time frame he liked.
What he wanted to do was thrust into her.
Tuesday hadn’t even realized he had undone his jeans so when she felt the first push of his penis into her, she gasped in pure ecstasy. But he was barely in her before he was out again, just teasing at her with the very tip of his erection.