My insides turn molten at his direction, and I begin with the top of that line of tiny hindrances. His breath brushes my lips, and cool air slides around my ankles as he begins to gather my dress up my legs. The lower I move with the buttons, the more my legs are exposed, until his pristine white shirt hangs open and the hem of my dress is laid across my waist.
“Nice.” I press my fingers to his chest. Taut pectorals. A smattering of dark hair. I gasp, my hand falling away as he grasps the back of my knee, spreading me wide.
“Fuck.” His utterance is like a prayer of thanks as he stares at the triangle of gauzy lace.All that’s left between me and immodesty.
I want to run my hands over his body, follow that downy trail from his navel like it’s a ribbon wrapped around a gift. But Oliver seems content to torment us both as his thumb sweeps over the skin bared above my stocking top.
“Worth every penny.” His eyes lift to meet mine.
“I’m pleased you think so.” My voice sounds shaky. I feel touch starved. I ache for contact.
“Lovely Eve, the things I am going to do to you.” The sensation is almost electric as his thumb slips under the garter. “The things you’re going to scream.”
“Oh, good. I was worried you were polling for suggestions.”
“Do I look like I lack imagination?”
I gasp as the garter snaps, his free hand snaking into my hair. It should feel painful, not like a dark kind of pleasure.
“Because I don’t.” He angles my head to his liking, his tongue swiping my bottom lip.
“Good ... good to know,” I almost moan.
“Better to experience.”
Holy heck, his mouth is clever, his lips soft yet commanding as he holds me in place. As he sucks and bites, studying my reactions, watching my breath. I whimper as his mouth slides down my neck, my insides pulsing like I’m about to come on the spot.
“Oh, God.”
“You like that,” he asserts, shaping the words to my skin.
“If you have to ask ...”Then you didn’t hear my ovaries explode.
I tighten my thighs on his hips, pulling him closer, welcoming his tug at my scalp. My hands rove, pulling at his shirt, my nails digging into his skin.
“Will you wriggle this much when I suck on your clit? Should I pin you down while I lick it?”
His words burst inside me, and I bite against a reply ofyes.
“While I make it shiny and pink.”
“You can try,” I counter, not sure where the words come from.
“A challenge?” His mouth returns to mine, and struck by a sudden impulse, I suck on his tongue. The husky sound he makes sends a thrill through my bones. I roll my hips, rewarded by a grind of his, the thick press of him sending a wave of pleasure through my insides.
“Harder,” I rasp, trying to pull him closer.
“What makes you think I take orders?” The dark note in his reply feels like another wave of pleasure.Another of my body’s demands.
“I can’t tell you what I like?” I goad as I undulate softly against him.
His gaze narrows before his hand drifts to my breast, cupping the weight. His thumb circles my nipple once, twice. It stiffens under the lace, though I refuse to make any sound. Until his fingers firm and he tugs. I gasp.The reveal of my enjoyment.
“You were saying?” The look in his eyes could burn down whole buildings.
“Beginner’s luck.”
“That must be why I can feel you pulsing for me.”
