Chapter 12: Blue Dress

He shut the penthouse door and put me against it.

The lamps were off, and the city came through the tall windows in long bars of gold.

"Tell me again what you want," Adrien said.

"You. Now."

He kissed me until my knees went.

His hands found the sash he had pulled loose in the lift, and my dress slid off my shoulders and pooled around my feet.

He drew back to look at me.

I stood in my slip and heels with the sapphire at my throat.

He looked at me with a slow, burning attention that made me shiver.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he said.

"Show me."

He lifted me and carried me across the dark room.

He put me down on the edge of an enormous bed and knelt on the floor between my knees.

He took off my shoes, one at a time.

His palms slid up my calves, over my knees, and along the soft inside of my thighs.

I fell back on my elbows, panting.

"Adrien."

"Wait."

He pushed my slip up to my waist.

His mouth found the inside of my thigh, and then the lace of my underwear.

He hooked it aside with one finger and put his tongue on me.

I cried out.

He licked me slowly, from my entrance to my clit, and then circled it with the flat of his tongue.

My hips began to lift off the sheet, and his hands pinned them down.

"Keep still," he said against me. "I want to taste you come."

"I can't..."

"You can."

He pushed two fingers into my pussy and curled them until he found a place that turned the room white.

I shoved my hand into his hair and held on.

My orgasm came hard and fast, a long clenching wave that tore a sob out of my chest.

He did not stop.

He licked me through it, gentler now, until I lay shaking and spent.

He rose over me.

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