Her Book Of Pleasure. Marie Donovan

seem to have the wrong impression, Michiko.” He traced a hairpin down to her breast and circled it around her nipple.

      “What wrong impression?” Her breath caught in her throat as he swirled the pin around her other nipple.

      “That I’m in a hurry. That this is some ten-minute wedding reception quickie.” He spread the metal wide, bending it out of shape.

      “Isn’t it?”

      “No.” He caught her nipple in the hairpin’s curve and gently squeezed the ends together. “I plan on taking my time.”

      “I don’t want you to take your time.” She arched her neck and moaned as he pinched her a bit harder and licked the swollen flesh. “I want to come.” She was begging. She never begged during sex. Sex with her ex had certainly not been anything to beg for. Except maybe mentally begging him to finish.

      “You will come. But not yet.” He released the hairpin and she bit off an unladylike curse. “I want to see your black hair spread over my white pillow. I want to run my hands through it as I pound into you.”

      Wow. When he put it like that…Meg yanked hairpins out of her French twist and threw them on the floor.

      “I said, I’m not in a hurry.” Rick pushed her hands aside and ran his fingers through her hair, finding hidden hairpins and setting them carefully on the nightstand. She arched in sheer pleasure as his fingertips massaged her sore scalp.

      “Mmmm. Feels good.” She rubbed her cheek along the crisp hair of his forearm.

      “You look like a little cat when you do that, especially with those green eyes glittering at me.” He finger-combed her hair over her shoulders and breasts.

      “Do you like little pussycats, Rick?” She peeped coyly at him through the curtain of her hair.

      She shrieked as he grabbed her ass and yanked her underneath him, her thighs sprawling wide.

      “Pussycats?” His voice was raspy and dangerous as he eased down her body until his mouth hovered above her stomach. “You have to be careful until you know what they like.” He dipped his tongue into her belly button, nibbling at the tender flesh surrounding it.

      She giggled and swatted at his head. “Stop! I’m ticklish!” First begging, now giggling. He was certainly bringing out new sides of her in bed.

      “There you go. Some pussycats are ticklish. So you have to try something else.” He blew on her damp belly and she shuddered, threading her fingers through his thick wavy hair.

      “Come here and kiss me.” She tugged lightly on his head.

      He ignored her command, his stare fixed on her panties. “Do you know what I like to do?” His mouth was so close to her that his deep voice sent vibrations to her clit.

      “What?” She let go of his hair.

      His blue eyes glowed brightly. All her talk about pussycats had unleashed a tiger. “I love to pet little black pussycats. Pet them and stroke them until they purr.”

      She gulped.

      He yanked her panties to her knees and nuzzled the strip of black hair, his hot breath scorching her throbbing flesh. She mentally blessed Rey for dragging her to the spa for a wax job.

      Bikini waxes abruptly flew from her mind as Rick leisurely circled the aching nub with his thumb. She thrashed her head against the pillow, her hips thrusting at him. “Faster, faster.”

      “Sorry, the pussycat doesn’t have a say.” He deliberately slowed his caresses to a stop. “Say please, pussycat.”

      She gritted her teeth and tried to bring her thighs together, but he was lodged firmly between them. He bent and blew on her.

      “All right, all right! Please.” She rolled her eyes as she said it, making a false show of protest when she was desperate to have him touch her.

      He grinned, as if he knew what that bit of submission cost her. “That’s better.” He ran a finger around her damp opening, lubricating her clit with her own juices. His strokes were hard and fast, stroking her and playing with her. Hard pressure built, tiny pulses wracking her body.

      “I must be doing a good job, pussycat, ’cause you’re getting all sleek and shiny.”

      She opened her eyes. His face was only inches from her sex, the black hair glistening with moisture.

      He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring at the scent of her desire. “Some pussycats love to get wet.” He slipped a finger between her drenched folds. “Like you.”

      “I want you inside me.” She tried to tug at him, but he shook his head.

      “Not yet.” A devilish look crossed his face. “What do pussycats like best?”

      “Who cares?” She was burning, crazy to come with his thick cock inside her.

      He pulled her panties off, tugging them past her high heels and spreading her thighs wide. “A nice, long tongue bath.”

      His hot, wet tongue thrust inside her and Meg cried out. He rubbed his nose over her clit, making her see stars. His mouth worked her relentlessly, lapping at her until she melted.

      Waves of pleasure rolled into her belly and breasts. Her heels dug into the sheets, bowing her shoulders into the mattress as she thrashed her head on the soft pillow.

      He lifted his face from her and she clutched his head in protest. “Touch your nipples, pussycat.”

      She obeyed, rolling the stiff peaks between her thumb and fingers, mindless of anything but his lips on her. He lowered his mouth to her clit and sucked her deep, humming vibrating murmurs of pleasure.

      “Now who’s purring, big guy?”

      He grinned at her, his mouth slick. “We’re past purring—time for you to scream.”

      Two of his fingers slipped inside her, filling and stretching her. He flicked his tongue over her clit and pushed his fingers in and out. She ground her hips against his face. The liquid sounds of their passion caught her in a torrent and plunged her over a dark waterfall, her scream echoing to the bottom.

      Meg’s eyelids were too relaxed to open as she heard Rick go into the bathroom. Every bone in her body had melted into the fluffy bed. She needed something to stiffen her up, and Rick was the man for the job.

      RICK WIPED HIS MOUTH on a hotel towel and shed the rest of his clothing before digging into his bag for a condom. He didn’t usually go down on a woman the first time he had sex with her, preferring to leave that until they got to know each other’s bodies. But it was a night for firsts all around. Michiko responded to him like no one else had, coming with his mouth on her as if they’d been lovers for months, not minutes. He practically sprinted from the bathroom, a strip of condoms dangling from his hand. He skidded to a stop, staring at her exotic, erotic beauty. She had been so tight around his fingers he wondered desperately if he could fit inside her. He ripped open the condom package with his teeth and slid the latex over his penis.

      “Wow.” Her green eyes were wide.

      “I’ll be careful, I promise. I’ll go slow.” He practically babbled in his eagerness to sheathe himself in her.

      She spread her legs, showing him her wet pink sex framed with black silky hair. “I’d like it better if you go fast.”

      “Thank you.” He practically dove on top of her, catching his weight on his forearms just in time to keep from crushing her. Shifting his hips, he sank into her hot depths. She tightened around him, and he had to fight from coming right then. She gave a moan. “Are you okay?”

      “Oh, Rick.” She twisted under him, her tiny muscles clenching his cock until he wanted to throw back his head and howl. Her sleek legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged and withdrew. He stopped for a second to grab for control and she spiked him