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His mouth covered mine again, stealing every last breath of air from my lungs while his hands found my thighs. He tugged up the skirt of my dress and lifted me off the floor, forcing my legs around his waist. I held tight, consumed by his taste, desperate for more but absolutely petrified it would end at any moment.
He turned and carried me up the stairs, my laughter falling between kisses as the stairs squeaked and groaned beneath us. “You’re going to have to unzip me,” I breathlessly whispered as we broke through the door to his bedroom, though when he tried to lower me to the floor, I held on a little tighter. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Don’t worry,” he growled, his mouth moving down the curve of my shoulder as my feet finally hit the floor, the warmth of his breath creating a wave of goose bumps across my skin as he moved around me, his chest now pressed to my back. “I have plans for you tonight.”
With one hand, he swept my hair to the side, over my right shoulder, so he could reach the zipper that ran the length of my spine. “What kind of plans?” I asked, trying to keep the excited tremor out of my voice. There was something about finally having his hands on my body that made this both thrilling and frightening.
I wasn’t inexperienced when it came to guys.
But Bishop wasn’t just any guy. He was a man with far more experience than the boys in their twenties I’d dated before.
What if I couldn’t give him what he wanted? What if I wasn’t enough?
“Stop thinking, Shay,” he softly ordered as he lowered my zipper, torturing me with how slow he was moving. Each inch made me breathe a little heavier, my heart race a little harder, and my pussy grow a little wetter. “Trust me.”
Jesus.
The moment the dress was off, that was it. There was nothing underneath.
The man had seen me in my underwear, but I was about to stand in front of him naked.
Exposed. My body, heart, and soul were well and ready to be bared to him.
He slipped the straps from my shoulders, allowing the sleek material to fall to the floor, forming a small purple pool of silk at my feet. I stepped out with one foot, kicking the dress to the side and sucking in a sharp breath when I instantly felt his lips brush the back of my neck.
It was his beard that took me by surprise, though.
You’d think it would be coarse and scratchy, but the feel of it as it grazed my skin was utterly fucking divine. It was the balance of the sweet with the sultry—the gentle kisses he peppered down my spine with this rugged masculinity that Bishop embodied.
“Grab the bed,” he growled, pressing one hand between my shoulders as his exploration moved lower and lower.
I fell forward, bracing my hands on the comforter, trying to lock my knees so they wouldn’t give way as he nipped at my bare ass cheeks, his hands now gripping both globes tight. God, it felt like I’d been thrust into heaven. The man I had been falling for, for so long was finally worshiping my body.
The air in the room was thick with anticipation, and for a second, I wondered if I was actually going to be able to wait as he caressed and kissed the curve of my ass.
And I guess I wasn’t the only one done with waiting because he finally spread my cheeks wide and suddenly slid his tongue straight up my pussy’s slit. My legs shook, threatening to give way to the pleasure, and I moaned loudly, the sound so loud I was instantly sure the neighbors had heard.
I didn’t give a damn.
He went back for more, continuously dipping his tongue into my pussy and stroking it up the length, then back down, swirling it teasingly around my clit a couple of times before tormenting me again.
The last time, though, he spread my cheeks a little further, and his tongue moved up to my ass, tickling at the tight bud and drawing a surprised gasp from my mouth.
He chuckled and pulled back, humming to himself as his tongue was replaced by a couple of wet fingers rubbing at the outside of the tight hole. “You ever had a cock in this pretty little ass?” he questioned while his other hand found my clit, both hands circling, teasing.
“No,” I groaned, gripping the bed a little tighter, already feeling like I could explode.
“You think that might be something you’d like?” he questioned as he pushed his finger a little harder against it. A moan hummed right in the back of my throat as my hips took on a mind of their own and pushed back against him. “Words, Shay.”
“I might,” I whispered, grinding down on his hand as he flicked at my clit. “I’ve thought… oh God… I’ve… yeah… I’ve thought about it.”
I had.
But that was something you did with a person you trusted, and it had been a long time since I’d been in a relationship with a guy who I trusted well enough to talk through sexual kinks with, let alone try them.
“Good. I’ll keep that in mind for the future,” he noted. “For now, I can’t fucking wait to get inside this pussy. She’s so wet. You want me to fuck you, Shay?”
“So bad,” I pleaded, glancing over my shoulder as he got to his feet.
