“I’ve never been anyone’s muse before.” His tongue peeks out to moisten his lips. “But as flattering as that is, I’d still prefer it if you shut up and kiss me.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”
“Unless I die of anticipation first.”
He’s not the only one. As much as I’m enjoying this game of sexual cat and mouse, with him in the role of the mouse and me as his feline tormentor, the truth is it’s killing me, too. Time to put both of us out of our misery.
I raise my head the slightest bit and bring our lips together. It’s a leisurely kiss, no urgency or desperation. Just comfort and calm, passion and promise. The two of us in the half-light of my hotel room, taking our time exploring each other’s mouths.
We kiss for what seems like an eternity, until my lips are sore and my cock is about to burst through the zipper of my jeans. I slide my hands down his back to his ass, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into me, feeling his own hardness pressing against mine. He groans and snakes a hand between us, heading for the button above my fly.
I cover his hand with mine to stop him, dragging my lips from his so I can explain. “Not here. Not on the damn couch. I told you this wasn’t going to be fast and furious. I want to take my time with you. In my bed.”
“Well, isn’t that fortunate.” He climbs off me and holds out his hand. “Because that’s exactly where I’d like to be.”
I take his hand and he pulls me up. Then I lead him over to the bed and gently push him down until he’s sitting.
“Where are you going?” he asks as I disappear into the bathroom.
“Supplies.” I come back out with a bottle of lube and a string of condoms in my hand and toss them onto the mattress next to him. Then I kneel at his feet so I can strip him slowly, starting with his shoes and socks and working my way up to his shirt. Along the way, I pause to trace the muscles of his calves, plant a kiss behind his knee, nip at the vee leading from his hip to his groin. By the time I’m done and he’s naked, we’re both flushed and wild-eyed, our breath coming in rapid pants.
“Lie down,” I command hoarsely. “I want to look at you.”
He does, but not without comment. “You can do more than look, you know.”
“I’m pretty sure I just did that when I took your clothes off. Now I want to take a minute to appreciate my handiwork.”
“As long as I get to appreciate too.” He waggles a finger at me. “Lose the pants. And the shirt.”
I hitch my thumbs in my waistband. “What about my boxers?”
“Those too.”
In the spirit of fairness, I do what he’s asking, never taking my eyes off him. He’s so fucking beautiful, sprawled across the bed like it’s his goddamn throne, all taut, smooth skin and lean muscle. His cock lays flat against his washboard abs, red and throbbing.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I need you.”
“I’m all yours.” One hand drifts down his torso and closes around his dick. He pumps it a few times, dragging his thumb through the moisture pearling at the slit. “Come and get me.”
I join him on the bed, stretching out next to him and rolling to my side so we’re facing each other. I lower my head to his shoulder, catching my teeth on my favorite spot, the one where his collarbone meets his throat.
“Finally,” he says on a sigh.
“I could get addicted to your taste,” I mutter against his skin. “Better than bacon. Or mint chocolate chip ice cream.”
He chuckles, and my mouth curves into a smile. I like making him laugh, even during sex. Especially during sex. “I seem to remember you liking the way another part of my body tastes too.”
“Are you angling for a blow job?” I leave a trail of kisses across his chest to his nipple, sucking it into my mouth and biting down lightly. “Or do you want me to rim you?”
His body jerks and he spits out a curse. “Either. Both. I’m not picky.”
I continue to kiss my way down his body, paying special attention to the ridges and valleys of his abs and that sexy vee I love so much. When I finally follow it to the promised land, he’s bucking and writhing under me, his hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles are as white as the freshly laundered cotton.
“Please,” he moans.
“Please what?” I ask, knowing full well what he wants.
His dick twitches, arching toward my mouth like it’s trying to answer for him. “Isn’t it obvious?”
