She was leaning against the small counter, so she had balance when he put his mouth on her sex.

He heard her breathe in sharply when he flicked out his tongue over her clit. He drew his tongue down, taking a slow, long taste of her. She was salty honey, pouring over his lips and tongue as he laved her sex until he felt her tremble.

He grew harder, and palmed his cock as he licked her over and over, listening to her breathing and her moans as he took her right to the edge.

“Yes, right there,” she said. “That’s going to make me come.”

He moved his mouth over her clit and sucked, feeling her entire body shudder as she came. He grasped her butt and pulled her closer, licking her all over as she came down from her climax.

That’s what he’d wanted, that climb of pleasure for her. Making her come. Taking her there never failed to rock his goddamned world. And now he was filled with the scent of her, the taste of her lingering on his lips. He was hard as hell and aching to fuck her.

She was breathing heavily as he kissed her hip bone, then stood. He grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, then nuzzled her breasts, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. She was lax, her head resting against his shoulder as he removed her bra and tossed it in the pile.

When she lifted her head, she cupped the nape of his neck and pulled him toward her for a kiss. He was full, his balls heavy with come. He dove into the kiss, groaning against her lips as her tongue slid against his.

“Mmm,” she said as she laid her forehead against his. “The things I’m learning about you.”

“Yeah? What kinds of things?”

She brushed her index finger against his bottom lip. “You have a very talented mouth.”

He smiled. “Glad you enjoyed that.”

She took a deep breath and sighed. “Very much. Now how about you go sit on that tiny little bed in there? Oh, and take off your clothes.”

He was ready to be inside of her, to feel her tight pussy surrounding him. He headed into the small bedroom, jerking his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and undid the button on his jeans as Katrina entered the room. He had shrugged off his pants and boxers by the time she reached him.

He threaded his arm around her waist and tugged her close. Skin to skin, he felt a surge of heat surrounding them. It was hot in here, so he reached over to raise the window, letting the night air blow in.

But he really didn’t care about the heat, not when Katrina pushed him down on the bed. He sat, and she grabbed the pillow off the bed and kneeled on it, then spread his legs.

“I’ve been wanting to try this. It feels so good when you do it to me.”

He leaned forward and slipped his fingers into her hair. “Yeah, I want you to suck me, Katrina. I want to feel your hot, wet mouth around my cock.”

It was all he could do not to grasp her mouth and shove his cock in there, to hold her head and fuck her mouth. His balls tightened at the thought of her sweet lips sucking him. But this was her first time doing this, and he wanted to use restraint, to take it slow and give her all the control.

He read the excitement on her face as she leaned her arms on his thighs and took his shaft in her hands. “You know I haven’t done this. But I’ve read a lot of books. Some erotica that had some very enticing oral sex scenes.”

Her talking about it only dragged him up the ladder of need one tortured rung at a time. “Is that right? You know doing isn’t the same as reading about it.”

“So I’ve discovered. So is there anything you particularly like—or dislike—I should know about?”

“Yeah. I like your hands on me. I’m gonna love your mouth on me.”

Her lips curved—a sexy, deliberate smile that told him she was looking forward to having the control.

And he was looking forward to giving it to her.

Because as she bent and licked the head of his cock, he hissed. She scooped her hair out of the way so he could watch as she took his cockhead between her lips, swirled her tongue around it, then closed her lips.

“Christ,” he whispered, wanting to put his hands on her, to thrust, to do anything to ease this torment. But he held perfectly still as she raised up and took more of his shaft in her mouth.

The heat and wetness of it sizzled, a sensual fire that threatened to burn him from the inside out. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he fought for control. He grasped the sheets and held on while she continued to experiment, using her tongue, her lips, and the roof of her mouth. She varied the pressure, squeezing, then licking him, slow and easy, like she was going to torture him the rest of the night.