Anything But Vanilla. Madelynne Ellis
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because she hadn’t been able to stop herself groaning. ‘I’ve never thought about it.’
‘Oh!’ He nodded. ‘If I revived the practice, I’d make sure to record every aspect.’
‘You’d photograph it.’ Kara swallowed slowly around the sudden tightness that gripped her whole body including her throat. Heat zipped between them like fireflies.
‘Film,’ he corrected.
Damn, was he seriously suggesting this? The way he looked her right in the eyes as he spoke rather implied he was. Kara rubbed her fingers over her lips to hide her nervousness. She wasn’t camera-shy like some folks she knew, but she’d never before considered allowing herself to be filmed having sex. Was that even what he was really suggesting?
Perhaps sensing her uncertainty, Ric dipped on to one knee before her and removed the whisky tumbler from her grip. ‘What do you think? Are you shocked?’
‘No, of course …’ Damn it, yes, she was. And intrigued, and aroused, and petrified.
Gently, Ric pressed a kiss to her curled fingers, which caused every nerve in Kara’s body to light up like sparklers. Oh God! They were going to fuck. No, judging by the look in his eyes and the fact that she had to avert her gaze because her cheeks burned with embarrassment, they were going to do something far less straightforward and far dirtier than that.
Kara’s clit perked up immediately. Damn, she didn’t want to wait while he set up lights and a camera. She reached a hand out towards him. Made that first contact, but touching him in the centre of his chest.
Ric wasn’t hairy in the way her one-night stand had been, but nor was he man-sculpted. A few springy curls skirted the hollow of his navel, and thickened where his stomach flattened out. No doubt if she followed that line, she’d find a crisp thatch above his loins.
‘Are you sure about this?’ Ric ran his tongue over his canines in a fox-like fashion. ‘Are we going to start up the old tradition together?’
She didn’t believe for a second she was the first woman he’d done this with. ‘Am I expected to just fall into your arms, or make some attempt to fend you off?’
‘Do you want to fend me off?’
A tiny cry escaped her throat. He had to know that she didn’t. Damn, if he so much as touched her again she’d jump. ‘Maybe. I don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know if those keys are actually missing.’
‘Ah.’ His eyebrows hitched a fraction. She hadn’t meant anything by it but, by God, she’d hit on the truth. He’d known where they were all along. The swift glance he made towards the desk confirmed it.
Despite her desires riding her like a bitch, Kara grew momentarily serious. They hadn’t known one another, but he’d made a snap decision earlier. He’d chosen not to be honest within seconds of her crossing his threshold, like she’d tripped some sort of slut alert and he wanted in on that action.
Kara pushed up out of her seat. ‘If you’ve hidden them, if you’ve been playing me … I’ll –’
‘You’ll what?’
‘I’ll …’
‘Sorry,’ he pleaded before she had a chance to ruin all the lovely tension they’d built up. ‘They’re not lost. I didn’t hide them, if that’s what you think. I just haven’t handed them over yet.’
‘Why?’
‘Not that it’s a great defence, but I don’t get very much company up here. Especially not beautiful company that didn’t just knock on the door in order to use the facilities. Besides, you couldn’t have trekked over to the barn in the dark with this wind anyway.’ Certainly the wind had got up. Even cocooned inside the metre-thick walls of the fort you could hear it howling. ‘Forgive me.’ His hand settled lightly upon her calf.
Kara froze. Oh, God, it wasn’t right that a touch there should have so much power. Her pussy instantly flooded with heat.
‘Where are they?’ she asked tremulously.
‘The keys? Oh, Kara – don’t be a spoilsport, not when you’re enjoying this just as much as I.’ His hand crept a little higher up her leg, and disappeared under the hem of her skirt.
‘Give me those keys.’
‘I will. As soon as I’ve made a proper apology.’
Hell, he was pushy, and she really ought to stop him rubbing her inner thigh like that, because it was ridiculously pleasant, and he was a liar, and obviously not to be trusted, and a cad who only wanted her for one thing.
It just happened to be the same thing she wanted him for.
He was on both knees now, his lips closing in on the spot where his hand lay warming her thigh. ‘I’m going to kiss your cunt now. Say yes, please, Kara.’
‘Oh, God!’
‘I don’t think he’s any real jurisdiction here, do you? It’s far too wild, and far too lonely.’ He lifted up her skirt so that every inch of her legs was exposed along with the fabric of her knickers. ‘Hm, on or off. Decisions, decisions. I know.’ He wriggled his fingers into the seams of her panties and drew them down to her thighs. ‘Much better, don’t you think?’
‘Um … I don’t know.’
‘How can you not know –’ he laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort ‘– whether your knickers are best left on or off? Surely the issue is a simple one. If they’re on, I can do this. And you want me to do this, don’t you? You want me to make that apology, and if they’re off I can’t.’ The very tip of his tongue ran along the split of her sex. Kara grabbed tight hold of the cabinet at her rear, and then changed her mind and laced her fingers in his hair instead.
Damn, that felt good.
‘Off,’ she squeaked. ‘They’re definitely better off.’ She squirmed against his tongue, trying to get him exactly where she wanted him.
‘Yeah – then why don’t you step right out of them?’
Yes, absolutely. Why didn’t she? Only they seemed to get snagged around her ankles and he didn’t let up with that tongue of his. It tickled every sensitive nerve-ending in her body all at once, and that was before he lashed it softly against her clit.
Kara’s fists clenched tight in his hair. She was probably pulling a little too hard, but he didn’t object, rather he seemed to thrive on the sheer intensity of the moment. The sweet massage had caused her sex to plump, making it difficult to keep still. She felt dizzy, uncertain. Fire burned in her cheeks and her womb. God help her, if he kept it up, she would come right against his mouth before he received any reward for his efforts besides a glorious stiffy. Then again, maybe that’s what he got off on.
‘Don’t, you’re gonna …’
‘I’m going to what?’ She felt his smile as a rub of his cheek against her thigh. His next move concentrated his efforts on her clitoris. He tickled and petted the stiff little nub until she was totally undone. Her hips rolled of their own volition, pushing the whole of her pussy up against his mouth, wordlessly begging him for more, for him to never ever cease.
‘Pull up your top,’ he insisted. ‘Show me your tits.’
Kara wrenched her clingy top up over her bra. Her breasts were achy, the nipples pronounced against the satin fabric that confined them.
‘Touch yourself.’
She wasn’t sure what he was getting out of the demand. It wasn’t as if he was positioned to enjoy the view, for his attention remained on her pleasure. Kara understood a little better when she nipped one nipple between her thumb and fingertip. A pulse fired between her breast and her cunt, linking the two and making her orgasm ride up fast.
It broke as she squeezed both nipples hard and his tongue completed