But as much as she wanted to let him bring her to fulfillment, she wanted to take care of him first.
She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, then started to unbutton his pants. The instant she’d unzipped him, she slipped down his body and took him in her mouth.
“Red,” he gasped as she swirled her tongue around his hot shaft. She loved the size of him, the feel, the way he bucked against her tongue. It turned her on to know she was doing this to him, that he was fisting his hands in her hair and groaning because of the way she made him feel.
But before she could bring him to completion, he pushed her away.
“Inside you,” he said, lifting her.
He shoved her gown to her waist with one hand and snapped the thin strap of her thong with the other, the near-violent action more titillating than she could have imagined.
