If I still had any grip on my rational self, I might have found the energy to be embarrassed, but he increased the pressure on my clit as a second finger slid inside.

Oh my God.

That’s when he finally started to move, thrusting his fingers in and out as I bucked against them. Both my hands wrapped around his shoulders again, my nails digging in to keep me upright.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, cupcake?”

Words weren’t possible. My response was a moan and a clench of my inner muscles as the climax drew closer. I could almost reach it. He pressed harder on my clit, and it sent me over the edge.

I buried my face in his shoulder so the scream wouldn’t wake the neighbors. Over and over, my muscles clenched as he kept up the pressure and the thrust of his fingers.

When I finally came down, he withdrew his hand and lifted his fingers to his mouth, and sucked them clean.

My eyes bugged wide.

“Jesus fucking Christ, cupcake. You’re even sweeter than I thought you would be.”

The words should have burned my cheeks with embarrassment, but instead they made me bold.

“And how sweet are you?” They were the words of someone who knew what she was doing, not the words of a girl who’d never had a penis in her mouth.

His gaze heated, and I knew my inexperience didn’t matter. I was going to make him explode the way I had.

Letting the T-shirt fall to cover me, I lowered myself to my knees and reached for his belt.

His big hands gripped my shoulders as he pulled me to my feet before I could get any further. “Not here. If you’re gonna wrap that sweet mouth around my cock, I want us both to be comfortable.”

Bishop lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom.

When he lowered me to the bed, he came down on top of me. “But first, I want you to kiss me. Hard. Like I’ve been wanting your lips on mine since the day I met you.”

He flipped us over and my T-shirt flew up in the back again, but that didn’t stop Bishop from wrapping a hand around my ass and sliding me up his body. He kept one palm covering my bare ass as he pulled my face down to his, and the other hand he tangled in my hair.

My attention was divided. The aftermath of orgasm. His clever tongue and amazing kiss.

Against my lips, he murmured, “You’re fucking perfect, Eden. Fucking perfect.”

I thought he was just as perfect, and the proof was slicking across his belly and the waistband of his jeans where I sat.

Screw it.

My boldness grew, and I pulled back and inched my way down his legs.

“It’s my turn.”

Bishop caught the ends of my hair in his palm and gripped tightly, stopping my movement. “Have you ever had a cock between those lips, cupcake?”

“Does it matter?” I refused to let my inexperience get in the way of what I wanted.

“Not at all, but I can’t lie and say that teaching you to suck my dick the way I like it hasn’t been on my mind.”

“Teach me?”

He released my hair and skimmed a hand along my jaw as he nodded. “Teach you to swallow me down and let it go deep? How to suck hard as you pull away? How to totally fucking wreck me for life?”

None of these sounded like bad things.

“Yes.”

Bishop’s lids grew heavy even as excitement lit his eyes. “Unbutton my jeans. See how fucking hard I am for you.”

I followed his directions and wrapped my hand around his solid shaft. I’d already seen how big he was, had felt his length against me, but pulsing against the palm of my hand, his cock seemed even bigger.

Instinct ruled, and I gripped him harder and stroked.

“You don’t need me to teach you anything, do you?”

I lowered my head to circle the crown with my tongue. “Just tell me if I do something wrong,” I whispered.

Where this inner temptress was coming from, I had no idea, but I was rolling with it.

Bishop groaned as I sucked the head into my mouth and teased.

“Your mouth might kill me, but I’ll die a happy man.”

He shoved his jeans further down his hips, lifting his ass so he could free himself.

I wasted no time taking him deeper, varying my suction and speed, trying to see what would wring another moan from him. Each noise acted like an incentive, and I wanted to make him come apart the same way I had.

“Grip the base and take me deeper.”

I followed his directions and was rewarded with another groan. His orders fell away as I did what came naturally. Bishop’s hands buried in my hair and lightly guided each movement when I would falter.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”

I wasn’t sure if that meant he was going to pull out or if he was staying put. Either way, I kept going, sucking deeper, smiling inside as I felt his cock jerk, and hot, salty cream spilled into my mouth.

Was I not supposed to feel victorious? Because I felt like I’d just won a damn medal here.

When I finally lifted my head, Bishop hauled me up the bed and curled me into his side. I didn’t know what exactly I was supposed to say after a blow job.

“You didn’t need any instructions, did you, baby? Fucking destroyed me like it was nothing.”

A smile tugged at my lips, but a shaft of uncertainty still sneaked inside. “Umm . . . did you want me to go?”

He turned his head to stare into my eyes. “No way in hell. You try to leave this bed, and I’ll carry you right back. Besides, I want dessert before we have dinner.”

“Dessert?”

His green eyes flashed with heat. “One little taste wasn’t nearly enough. I’m gonna eat you until you scream.”

My thighs squeezed together instinctively.

“Now, put that sweet little pussy on my face.”

“What?”

“You’re gonna ride my beard until I tell you to stop.”

Holy. Hell.

When I didn’t move quickly enough, Bishop wrapped a hand around each of my hips and lifted me up.

“Spread your legs, cupcake. I’ve been thinking about doing this since the first time I saw you.”

“You have?” Even I could hear the shock in my voice.

“Fuck yes.”

I moved up to straddle his face, and the first touch of his lips to my clit erased any self-consciousness at my position.

“Grab the headboard.”

I followed orders, and his tongue lashed me from top to bottom as the pressure from his hands on my ass ground me down against his face.