Page 21 of His Forgotten Wife

His husky laughter rumbled against her skin. And in the next breath, he flicked at one nipple with the tip of his tongue and then wrapped his lips around it.

Dolly held his head to her breast and moaned so loud that it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone heard her. Not that she cared.

The way he gave his thousand percent to any task he undertook, Ares licked and sucked at her nipple, as if it was the most delicious treat he had just discovered.

When one side felt over sensitized, he switched to the other one and laved it with the exact same attention. On and on he circled her, inside his mouth, the tip of his tongue tapping against her in some rhythm that tightened the knot in her lower belly.

Dolly arched and moaned as his mouth moved down her belly. Her hand stretched out on the bed, reached something…that felt like a notebook. Without thought, she grabbed it, distracted.

Usually, the man was as careful with his notebooks as a dragon would be with its treasure.

They were his necessity and his one luxury vice.

He ordered the most expensive hand-stitched ones, made endless, copious amounts of notes for different projects in them and didn’t let anyone, even her or Christina, so much as get a peek inside.

She was about to put the notebook on the side table when she caught her own name written on the white label in his neat script.

Her breath was rapid and her gaze more than a little blurry as she opened the notebook.

Flow charts, and names of body parts, and sketches and instructions written out in his methodical handwriting jumped at her.

For just a second, she wondered if this was some kind of master plan to seduce her into staying with him.

It wasn’t that much of a stretch because she’d seen his notes for companies he was about to acquire and so on.

A hard nip at her hip had her look away from the notebook, into the deep gray gaze that instantly took her captive.

“You’re not here with me,” he said, digging his teeth deeper into the flesh of her hip. Even as his fingers busied with the hem of her panties. “You know I demand a hundred percent of your attention, Dahlia. Now I’ll have to punish you.”

Dolly smiled at his impatient tone. Clearly the man was as bossy here as he was in a boardroom. “What is this?” she said, shaking the book in her hand.

“Oh, I made some notes.” As if that answered enough, he played with the tiny bows on the seam of her panties.

Dolly tapped his shoulder with her foot, even as part of her was horrified that she was touching him like this.

And when he didn’t look up from humming against her skin, she put her other foot on his other shoulder and tapped again.

He looked up, his mouth curving in the most wicked smile she’d ever seen.

“Notes about what? And why are my name and different body parts in here?” she said, almost losing her line of thought when he moved that delicious mouth down to her mound, still covered by the thin mesh of her panties.

The kiss he placed there made her arch her hips into chasing his mouth with wanton abandon.

He laughed then and patted her, as if promising her that there was more to come. She held her breath with anticipation as his lips hovered over her aching flesh.

“Please, Ares. Won’t you tell me what this is about?”

“I’ve been watching certain kinds of videos. There’s so much bad stuff out there, Dahlia, you won’t believe it. But I finally found some tasteful stuff, catered toward women and I have been taking notes. You know how much I hate a job done shoddily.”

“You watched videos and took notes?” she said, pushing herself up onto her elbows. It was hard enough to process when his delicious weight pressed her down into the bed, much less the mind-boggling things he was saying. “What do you mean?” The moment she asked the question, it came to her.

But of course, he possessed an analytical mind that was constantly finding the best ways to learn new things.

And only Ares, so secure in himself, would admit all that he had done to make this better for her.

God, would there ever be an end to the ways this man could surprise her?

An eternity with him wouldn’t be enough.

Wouldn’t be boring or safe or dull, all things she had made her own life.

Her chest rose and fell, even then she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “Christ, Ares. Are you saying you’ve been watching porn?”

“Yes. Although it’s interesting how much of it is actually aimed at men looking like studs and women just giving in to whatever their fantasies are.

Still, I got some pointers. But as you know, nothing is better than your personal feedback.

All you have to do is tell me what you want and where and how fast or slow.

Like everything else, your pleasure is in your own hands and I’m here to give it to you, however you need it. ”

She laughed and her heart slipped just an inch into love with this man. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “You watched porn and took notes and drew flowcharts so that you could do this correctly with me? Am I getting this right?”

“Yes,” Aries said, holding her gaze, his fingers busy rolling down her panties.

“Were you aroused by it?”

“At first, it felt clinical, even boring. Some of those videos are very badly done. Then we kissed and I started imagining doing those things to you. When I heard the sounds you made when you came and how sweetly you squeezed my fingers as if you couldn’t bear for me to leave you, it became real.

I didn’t even need to watch after a while.

My mind was more than ready to imprint you in those delicious scenarios and my imagination ran with it. ”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, with a kiss over her belly. “Just tell me what you want more of. I don’t like not being good at anything. And I have zero field experience with this stuff.”

Dolly wondered if one’s heart could expire out of shock and sweet discoveries.

Although she had wondered about it before.

Given the man worked hundred-hour weeks and barely tolerated more than two and a half people, it hadn’t been that much of a jump.

“Are you telling me you’ve never done this before? ”

“No. And I hated the thought of being at a disadvantage.”

“And kissing…was I your first kiss too?”

A dark shadow seemed to fall over his eyes but he shook it off. “For all intents and purposes, yes.”

Before she could catch her breath and probe what he meant by that, he was pushing her knees indecently wide and lodged those broad shoulders between them and…his mouth delved there. At that spot that was pulsing for his attention.

“Apparently this is called ‘eating you out’ and ever since I read about it, I have been dying to know what you taste like.”

Dolly could barely breathe at the wolfish grin he seemed to have conjured overnight. And his filthy intentions put in such bare words made arousal spike through her. His endless curiosity, his keen mind…she should have known he would put all of that toward unraveling her at every level possible.

He took a deep breath, pushed her panties aside with one hand and then unerringly found the sensitive bundle of nerves that was screaming for attention with his other.

Feet on his shoulders, she tilted her hips into his touch in an instinctive movement.

When he licked her slit and then tunneled his tongue deep, she let out a keening cry.

Sensation upon sensation curled through her lower belly and she wanted to fly right out of her skin as it built and built.

It was too much and not enough. Her skin felt too puny to contain the avalanche of pleasure he was bringing down upon her.

“Mmm…you do taste perfect, agapi mou ,” he whispered, rubbing his sinuous lips up and down her. “Sweet and tart and just mine.”

His fingers began to pinch and tug and flick at her clit and she half laughed, half sobbed as she remembered his notes about adding stimuli from different sources.

“I can’t wait to feel how eagerly you will squeeze my cock, Dahlia.” He penetrated her with one finger and then two, and Dolly nearly came off the bed.

His lips pursed and released her clit as if she was his favorite squeeze toy. On and on, he tormented her with his tongue, his fingers and his lips. Sweat coated her skin as she moaned and writhed under his firm grip.

And soon, Dolly was flying. So far and so high and so bright that she started sobbing.

The pleasure was unbelievable, unbearable even.

He kept her there, at the peak, never letting up his sensual assault.

Her orgasm thrashed her around, and before the first one could recede, another smaller one took hold of her just as his fingers sound that spot inside of her.

Pleasure crested and waned and crested again.

One hand tugging at his hair, one hand bunching the sheets around her, Dolly let go as pleasure she had never known overwhelmed her. Tears soaked her neck and the sheets beneath her as Ares urged her on and on with sweet words and filthy kisses.

Even through the indescribable haze, Dahlia felt a sinking sensation in her stomach that by allowing herself to have this intimacy with him, she’d opened a door. And she was hurtling past the last line of defense against falling irrevocably in love with him.

If she wasn’t there already.