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He was asking for my consent. Even though my fingertips were brushing over his happy trail and his hand was possessive on my nape, he was checking in. While there was no way–even if the fire alarm got pulled–I was going to want to stop.
His blue gaze met mine, his pupils blown. His cheeks were ruddy and flushed and his lips glistened.
“Luke, I want you to fuck me.” I licked my bottom lip. “Is that clear enough?”
A growl escaped his chest and his eyes darkened. He lifted me and moved across the room to the bed. Spinning around, he dropped onto the edge so he sat and I stood between his parted knees. I was taller now and his gaze was affixed to my chest, right in front of his face.
His hands went to my back and roamed, then he frowned.
“How do I get this dress off you?”
I raised one arm and reached across with the other to the zipper on the side.
“Ah,” he said, as he took over.
With the fabric loosened, he gently nudged it off my shoulders, then lower until it pooled around my feet.
For a few seconds, only the sound of the air conditioner could be heard. Neither of us breathed.
“Holy fuck.”
His words whispered over my skin as he stared at my body almost reverently. With one finger, he slowly traced over my skin. Across my belly, down one thigh, up my arm, over the top edging of my bra. My nipples hardened as my nerve endings were awakened.
He’d barely done more than kiss me and I was dripping for him. I couldn’t remember being this turned on before in my life.
“Turn around.” His voice was deeper, almost a growl.
Slowly, I did as he wanted until I faced away from him.
“Stop.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw his eyes on my butt. I felt beautiful. Oddly powerful the way I made this guy have to adjust his dick in his pants because I was affecting him so much. The good thing about being a yoga instructor was that I was toned. Hours of classes a day made my ass probably my best feature, especially in the pretty pink lace thong. My boobs were small, but the way he was practically licking his lips, it seemed he was an ass man.
“Touch your toes.”
Oh. My. God. Touch my–
His eyes lifted to meet mine. He didn’t say any more. Just waited as the corner of his mouth tipped up. He was giving me an opportunity to say no, but also clearly showing me how this was going to go.
He was in charge and had very naughty plans. Based on the thick bulge in his jeans, he wanted to fuck me, but was in no rush to get there. This wasn’t going to be quick missionary sex.
Taking a shaky breath, because fuck, this was hot… I slowly leaned down and set my hands on the tops of my feet which meant he could see–
“Ah!” I gasped when he growled, then took hold of my hips and put his mouth right over the gusset of my panties.
Oh my God.
“Fucking soaked,” he snarled. I felt his hot breath, the way my panties were practically glued to my sex.
“Luke!” I cried when his tongue slid right up the lace and over my clit.
I wobbled, because what woman could keep her balance in heels when a guy was eating her out in this position?
He was fully dressed, and I was practically naked. My thong was completely useless and my lacy, barely-there bra hid nothing.
He turned us so I was still leaning forward, but he placed my hands where he wanted them on the bed as he curved over me. “Don’t move, pretty girl,” he murmured in my ear. “You’re going to like this part.”
Luke dropped to his knees on the floor, and I could watch him–even upside down–slide my thong down. With big, gentle hands, he lifted my feet, one then the other, to remove the scrap of lace.
