Desire Me Always by Tiffany Clare Read Free Book Online Page B

room, like this, for the rest of our days,” he said, meaning every word.
    That earned him a small, shy smile. “And what of your friends? Your family?”
    â€œYou are the most important person in my life and possess an uncanny ability to chase away the darkness inside me.”
    â€œNick,” she said breathlessly as she pressed the tip of her fingers against his lips. Right before his eyes, he watched her shed the daze of arousal.
    Goddamn it. He shouldn’t have said anything. He should have fucked her until they were both senseless. He pressed his forehead against hers and inhaled the fresh scent of lavender oil still permeating her skin from the bath they’d shared the night before.
    â€œWhat happened this morning?” she asked.
    â€œNothing that can’t be forgotten. I came back to lose myself in you. I like forgetting the larger world around us. I like it when the only worry we have is the two of us seeking mutual release.”
    Amelia’s small, slender hands pressed against his chest, guiding him backward.
    â€œLet me take care of you, then.” Her voice was gentle. Soothing, even.
    She led him to an oversized chair and gave him a little push when his calves brushed against the material of said chair, and he fell into the comfortable seat. Amelia looked down at his lap before meeting his gaze. When he reached for her waist to pull her closer, she smacked his hand away.
    â€œSomeone once told me I needed to learn the art of patience.”
    â€œI can’t wait to have you, Amelia.”
    â€œI can promise the feeling is mutual. But I need to do this on my terms.”
    She lifted his hand, palm up, and placed it between her thighs. He nearly exploded when his fingers slicked through her cream; she was so ready for him. He buried his fingers deep, unable to hold himself back, even though she wanted to take control. She didn’t pull away.
    â€œDo you feel what you do to me?” she said.
    â€œI want to suck the juices from your cunt.”
    She shook her head and placed one of her feet next to his thigh on the chair, opening herself to his ravenous gaze but still keeping herself far enough away that he couldn’t do all that he wanted. Nick shoved two fingers deep into her sheath, pulled them out, and licked them off. Her breath hitched, and the cloud of desire ate up the blue of her irises once again.
    Still . . . she waited.
    Nick studied her carefully. “You’re contemplating your next move.”
    â€œPerhaps.” She nibbled on her lower lip, covering a grin that said he was exactly right.
    â€œYou are rethinking your strategy, because the thought of me licking that tight, throbbing clitoris has you dripping wet.”
    â€œAnd if it does?”
    â€œLet me pleasure you.”
    She shook her head and lowered her hand between her thighs, opening the lips of her sex, like a clamshell ready to be devoured when she revealed the swollen pearl hidden inside.
    His mouth watered, desperate for a taste.
    â€œTouch yourself,” she said, firmer, more sure of herself.
    Nick caught her gaze. “You first.”
    She shook her head. “You forget who is in charge. I want you to stroke yourself, Nick.” With her free hand she plucked at her nipple, further elongating the already firm peak.
    His hands curled around the arms of the chair, and he started to lift from the seat. Amelia placed her foot square in the middle of his chest and pushed him back down.
    â€œI asked you to touch yourself. I want to see how you rub your cock. How you pleasure yourself.”
    It wasn’t the words that had his cockstand firm as ever and throbbing of its own accord; it was the fact that she blushed when she used the coarse words he had taught her. Catching her gaze, he fisted his hand around his erection and squeezed it.
    â€œYour turn,” he said.
    Amelia dipped her fingers into her sheath, and Nick nearly came. He had to squeeze his cock