Page 138 of Dishonored

About both things.

He flexed his hips upward, and it caused the hard length of his erection to grind against her sex through the thin silk covering her sensitive spot. A small moan escaped her lips before she could even think to try and stop it.

Not that she wanted to.

Caesar’s hands moved to her ass, and squeezed tight enough for it to ache. He dragged her body against his again, and chuckled when she shivered in his hold.

“Don’t you want a taste?” he asked.

“How is fucking me the first thing on your mind this morning?”

His blue eyes found hers. “Because it’s easy. Everything else is hard.”

Oh.

She pressed a quick kiss to his mouth, and then let her lips travel down over his jaw, chest, and lower. Her hands slipped beneath the boxer-briefs he’d slept in, and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. Thick, hard, and warm in her palms, she stroked him as she shifted lower, too. Her gaze darted up to find he was staring down at her with a smirk lingering at the corners of his lips.

“Get that cock in your mouth, Aria,” he said gruffly.

She didn’t even want to refuse.

The silken flesh of his cock met the roughness of her tongue when she swallowed his length in one pull. All the way down to the base—his thick groan echoed in her ears. She could feel the pulse of his heartbeat in his shaft, and the shudder working its way through his body.

She didn’t tense when his fingers threaded into her hair, and held her down on his cock as his hips flexed upward. Her throat constricted from the action, but she relaxed. He never pushed too far—never hurt her.

“Fuck, just like that,” he murmured. “Get me nice and wet for you, my girl.”

And then his hands loosened their hold just enough for her to move. She raked her fingernails down his chest and stomach as she sucked him off. Every single noise that crawled out of his mouth was a dangerous sound for her.

Dangerous for her heart

For her body.

For everything.

“Shit, get up here.”

His sharp words were quickly followed by him yanking her up from his lap, and pulling her back onto his lap. Those deft hands of his had her panties swept to the side in no time at all, and then he was grabbing her hips, and tugging her down.

Onto him.

All nine inches.

Filling her full.

Stretching her open.

It really was the best feeling first thing in the morning.

Below her, she watched Caesar’s eyes close as his fingers dug in tighter to her hips, and held her in place on his cock. She felt his length jerk inside her pussy—once, and then twice. His hips flexed upward, and he hit that spot.

It made her bite her lip, and moan.

“You always make music for me,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“And what does that make you—the composer?”

“As long as I’m the only one composing in you.”