“I’m guessing you work out,” I say with a gulp, tentatively running my fingers down the center of his chest toward his you-know-what. I stop just short of his belt buckle, and he lifts my hand and kisses each finger.
“I haven’t done this in a very long time. Working out helps get rid of the pent-up energy.”
Having a man as handsome and virile as Duke admit to something like that has the corners of my mouth kicking up.Does this make me special?
“How long? I mean, why? I mean, don’t tell me. Now isn’t really the time.”
He grins and lifts my arm above my head, bracing it against the bed with our fingers interlaced. “The answer is too long, and because I haven’t found a woman who makes me hard like you do.”
I suck in a breath and flinch as the fingertips of his free hand find their way under my dress and trail up the inside of my thigh, touching lightly at the skin at the end of my cotton panties.
“I want to see you, kitten,” he says, touching his lips to mine as he lifts my dress higher.
I sit up and let him lift my dress up over my head, then I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I should tell him he’s the first man to ever see me like this. But then I realize how tragic a woman my age who’s never been with a man before must seem to a man like him, so I keep my mouth firmly shut and give myself over to the process. Something about the way he looks at me, the way he touches me makes me feel safe and wanted. I trust him.
“You’re even sexier than I imagined,” he rasps, his tongue sweeping over his lips as I release my bra down my arms, and he sees my heavy breasts bare.
He looks at me like I’m his next meal, and it makes me feel beautiful and powerful, but also so incredibly vulnerable. I’m giving everything to this man—my bodyandmy heart—and I’ve only just met him. This is either the craziest thing I’ve ever done, or the most romantic. But either way, I intend to enjoy every moment of it. I just want to feel wanted and adored, even if logically this can only last for as long as I’m in town.
Reaching out, he takes the weight of my breast in his hand, flicking his thumb over my already pert nipple. It tightens even more and I gasp at the sensation.
“Fucking perfect,” he rumbles, leaning over me as I lie back and he takes that nipple into his mouth and sucks back on it, his tongue flicking back and forth as I let out a moan of pleasure as I arch up into him.
“Oh god, Duke. That feels so good.”
He hums his response, shifting from a flick to a swirl as his hand slides down my side until he grips behind my thigh and repositions us so my legs are either side of him, and there’s just enough of his weight pressing into the ache between my legs. I moan and my hips move just a little on their own, craving friction and perhaps something little more.
“Take what you need, kitten,” he rasps, kissing his way to my other breast. “Just don’t you dare come. Only place you’ll be doin’ that is right on my tongue.”
He punctuates his words by sucking my other nipple into his mouth and a jolt ofeverythingzaps its way between my legs and has me thinking I’m going to come despite his demands.
“Ohhh.”
There’s something about the weight of his body on mine, the heat of his mouth and the firm press of him to my core that has my head spinning, my insides throbbing and my desire sky rocketing. I want him inside me.
“Please, Duke. I need more.”
“More?” He releases my nipple with a pop and shifts his way down my body. “I can give you more, kitten.”
It’s then that he spreads my legs wide and instead of pulling my panties down my legs, he nuzzles into the drenched cotton and inhales with a goan.
“You smell good enough to eat, Ava.”
My cheeks get hotter than they already are, and I have to resist a moan of my own. I didn’t know men thought that way, let alone spoke that way, and I’m caught between being embarrassed and thoroughly aroused. Although, when he looks up at me with nothing but want and desire in his eyes, the latter wins over and I allow that moan to break free.
“You like it when I talk to you like that, kitten?”
“Yeah.” I press up on my elbows and swallow to help my dry throat. “Do you…um…do you want me to talk like that to you too?”
One side of his mouth kicks up. “Maybe. We can try it out sometime and see how it works. But for now, I want you to lie back so I can have a taste. Can you do that for me?”
Dropping my weight back on the bed, my legs shake with nerves and need as he pulls my panties down my legs, licking me with his broad, flat tongue before they’re even off my feet. With his hot mouth licking me seam to clit, he flicks my panties out of the way and angles my legs to give him better access. I cry out from the pleasurable sensation and thread my fingers into his hair, rocking my core against his face as he devours and teases me with eager strokes of his tongue and light kisses along my soft folds.
I’m so close to exploding that I whimper and writhe when he sits back on his heels and pushes my bent legs wide. It feels naughty and wanton to be so exposed in front of a man I barely know. I’m normally so shy and reserved when it comes to men, but there’s something about Duke that makes me want him to see all of me. Like all my thin friends back home, I want to be the heroine in this story. I want to be the thing he wants so bad it drives him to distraction. I want him to look at me and see my true beauty. Not the plump package that society guilt trips me for daring to exist in.
When he smiles dreamily and traces a fingertip along my inner thigh, I wonder if he really does see the real me. Because for the first time in my life, a man—a beautiful, sculpted god of a man—is looking at me with hunger in his eyes and I want to give it all to him. This may well turn out to be nothing more than a holiday fling, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to go into this wholehearted and hoping that maybe it could become something more. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic that way, but at the same time, I’m a realist and I can take this at face value, understanding that maybe this is all it is. I can be OK with a wonderful memory if that’s all this is long term.
“Ready to come for me yet, kitten?” he asks as his fingers trail closer to my seam, and I move my hips closer, hoping he’ll do something to fill the emptiness that’s aching inside me. He pauses at my entrance, teasing me by circling the edge of my heat, touching just inside until whimpering in need again.
