When he eased me to the floor and backed away, I almost clung to him, fearful he’d changed his mind. How silly of me. I could tell by the full-blown expression of a man ready to feast he had no intention of going anywhere.
Seeing his reaction to my girlie bedroom had my face burning hot. He grinned as if he’d just discovered a treasure. When heconcentrated on the poster of Justin Timberlake, he mimicked the singer’s stance to the letter and I burst into laughter.
“Keep your day job,” I cooed.
“I think I’ll start with the night first.”
He yanked off his shirt, wasting no time doing so. When he ripped off his boots, I was allowed to see a real smile instead of the grouchy smirks from before.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t as comfortable with my own body, almost turning away from him to unzip my dress. How was it possible he sensed my nervousness, cupping my chin? All he’d needed to do was to shake his head and confidence was built.
I pulled his hand away from my face, turning it so his palm was up. As I’d done before with his arm, I traced his lifelines, finally pulling his hand so I could place a single kiss on his skin.
He shuddered audibly, the sound boosting my confidence. When I stripped the dress away, his entire body stiffened, a whistle coming from deep within his throat while he rubbed his jaw.
“Fuck. Me. You’re beautiful.” His words were laced with heavy lust, so much so the lower timbre sent vibrations dancing through me.
Now, with me standing only in a lacy bra and thong, he wasn’t about to waste any additional time. With a single step closer, he cupped my breasts, finishing the distance. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth across my aching nipples, leaving me more breathless than before.
With his chest heaving, the slight growl only added to the level of my desire. I brushed the tips of my fingers down his bare chest. How could a girl not swoon when her fingers slipped across suchchiseled pecs? The man was built like no other I’d ever met and his skin was hot to the touch.
While I was concentrating on exploring every dip and every defined rib, he reached around to my back, unfastening my bra. One last minute of feeling a sense of embarrassment hit me as he pulled the lace from my body. Every expression he offered was as if he was a famished man and I was his last meal.
He couldn’t care less that I wanted time to explore, pushing my hands away and cupping my breasts again. Only this time he dragged me onto my toes, forcing my back into an arch.
My God, the sounds he was making made me continually blush. Every guttural pant, every growl was that of a primal beast. And I was all for it.
With his head dropped, he pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking with enough pressure I whimpered. He didn’t seem bothered by the anguished sound, taking his time to swirl his tongue before biting the tender tissue.
Another batch of stars was right there, keeping me from focusing, but I knew I was in good hands. Yet I dug my nails into his forearms, feeling free enough to toss my head back. Holy shit, the man’s mouth was indeed a lethal weapon. When he rolled his lips to the other breast, I held my breath.
Every inch of my body was covered in goosebumps. With tiny prickles of electricity beading across my skin, I was certain I’d fall to the floor if he tried to let me go.
He obviously had no intention of doing so, lifting his head while dropping his gaze all the way to the floor. After grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked me back to a standing position, ourlips mere centimeters apart. For what felt like minutes but was probably seconds, we did nothing but breathe heavily.
With another growl, he shoved me down on the bed, immediately dropping to his knees.
I pushed up on the bed, peering down at him while gasping for air. He offered another heated look before planting kisses on either thigh. As if I wasn’t already ticklish enough, or embarrassed enough, he slipped his fingers under the lace of my thong, tugging one side down then the other.
When he’d exposed my bare pussy, I threw myself on the bed, covering my face with my hands.
Every action was deliberate, tugging the panties down my legs and trailing behind with wet kisses. When the thin lace was finally yanked off and tossed aside, he rolled his hands along the insides of my legs to my knees, finally bending both and pushing them back against the comforter.
As if I wasn’t exposed enough, he yanked my butt to the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath as he did. Now was the point where I held my breath, also pointing my toes and thanking God I’d taken the time to give myself a pedicure that morning. Bright red nail polish to boot.
Somehow, I doubted he was thinking about my selection of colors because of the way his hot breath shimmied against my wet pussy.
My inner core was already throbbing, not expecting his tongue so quickly. Or for it to so expertly push me to some crazy, beautiful edge where sanity was no longer a choice. He darted his tongue around my clit while tormenting my pussy lips with his fingers.
Oh, my God. I was already on fire, my entire body shaking from the sheer internal pressure, but the moment he pressed his fingers into my tight channel, I was lost. Completely. Unabashedly. One hundred ten percent lost.
Jerking up, my cry wasn’t one of pain but sheer bliss. Blinking furiously, I tried to focus. I wanted to pay attention to everything he was doing, but being lost in bliss negated the ability to see.
So I thumped back onto the bed, grabbing two handfuls of the thick comforter, twisting and tugging. Holy shit. The moment he pulled my clit into his mouth, using extreme pressure when sucking, I tossed my head back and forth, almost humping the bed.
He wasn’t finished there, driving two then three fingers deep inside my pussy. I knew I’d screamed, but the sound was muffled, or I’d lost all ability to hear anything.
The man had a way of driving me to the point of an orgasm, something I’d only experienced in pleasuring myself, then expertly pulling back. I dug my heels into the bed, fighting with myself and the urge to beg him to fuck me instead. Yes, I adored what he was doing, not just floating but being trapped inside a world of ecstasy.
