And then he zeroes in on my clit. A surge of tingles detonates, spreading in a throbbing wave. The impact seizes me and I drop the knife. It clatters to the ground as I knock Byron’s hat off his head. My fingers tunnel into his hair to get a grip. I use that as an anchor while he aims to destroy me.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “It feels too good.”
But that’s a massive understatement. My entire body feels plugged in and cranked to the max. Even the skin covering my elbows thrums to the tempo of his unrelenting onslaught. He licks me faster, swerving around my clit at a speed that makes me dizzy.
“You’re so smooth.” He pauses to explore the intimate area like a treasure hunter without a map. “Did you shave for me again? I didn’t get to ask last time.”
My snort tapers off into a whine. “I wax, and don’t kid yourself. My pubic hair has been routinely ripped from its roots long before I met you.”
“But this silky pussy is mine now.”
“Only if you quit with the social hour.”
“Apologies.”
There’s humor in his voice, but I don’t get the chance to reprimand him. He resumes his dedication with several devastating swipes across my clit before tugging it between his teeth. The suction he adds next might do me in.
I curl my toes as tension overwhelms me. The rasp of his beard strokes my hunger. That friction isn’t enough. My grasp on his hair yanks harder and I begin grinding against him. Pressure expands with every jerky motion. I’m stimulated to the extreme. Almost there.
“If you stop, I’ll kill you,” I croak.
Muffled laughter tempts me. “Never gonna happen.”
“Less talking. More eating.”
His moan is rich and decadent. “My mouth is full of your pussy. I’d love nothing more than to drown in you.”
Byron rolls his tongue in a certain way, shooting stars across my vision. When he slides a finger inside me, I’m thrown over the edge. The release isn’t quiet or kind. I thrash against the climatic burst. Spasms quake my limbs as liquid fire rushes through my veins. A shriek wrenches free while I surrender to sensation. All the while, Byron continues working me over to drain every drop.
This is more than an orgasm. It’s an awakening. There are tremors in places I can’t name. I’ll never be the same again. The broody cowboy has tainted me worse than before.
“Damn,” I wheeze. My throat is a sandy beach after gasping uncontrollably.
I can’t see straight. I’m strung out on his tongue. That’s my only excuse for allowing another piece of my guard to crumble and remain present.
A cautious glance at the man responsible steals what little composure I was able to gather. My arousal coats Byron’s lips in a natural gloss. It looks like he’s fresh from the feast and I love it.
A pleased sound rumbles from him. He kisses my inner thigh, peering up at me with fierce possession. I’d think he was in the mood to eat me up if he didn’t already.
“Happy New Year, little menace.”
“Right back at ya, stud.”
Byron breathes a laugh. “Can I take you home?”
I’d agree to just about anything right now, but my reputation is hanging on by a thread. “Do that again and I’ll consider it.”
Over the next two weeks, we develop somewhat of a balanced routine. Frankie dotes on my daughter and refines her skills as a nanny. I work around the clock while pretending not to track the redhead wherever she goes. After dark, we meet somewhere in the middle to fuck. If I catch her in a generous mood, she’ll ride my face until the sun is set to rise. That’s how I’m hoping to find her tonight.
There’s a light on in the den, luring me down the stairs. Frankie is sprawled on the couch in front of the television. On the screen, a commercial advertises a quick fix for erectile disfunction. I almost snort. That’ll never be an issue with this woman living in my house.
She hasn’t noticed my intrusion, which allows me to watch her. The gleam of polished metal stabs at my retinas when she holds up a knife as if inspecting it. After approving the spotless shine, she moves to the next one. Her seamless process buffs six more before I announce myself.
“That’s quite a collection, little menace.”
Frankie startles at the sound of my voice, jolting in place as if electrocuted. “Holy shit!”
I should’ve considered the fact that she has a dozen blades within reach before sneaking up on her. But to my surprise, she doesn’t launch an attack. Rather than worry about the unsheathed weapons, she lunges for the remote and punches the power button in rapid succession. Once that’s done, she whips around to serve me her wrath.