I swallow, trying to steady myself, but my voice gives me away. “Then what is it?”
His thumb brushes lightly along my cheek, eyes locked on mine—no hesitation this time.
“Something I’m not going to pretend I don’t want anymore.”
His hands move, sliding down my back until he reaches my ass, and, in one second, I’m up, legs wrapped around him, back against the wall. “Yes,” I whisper, letting go of his full lips and tilting my head back, allowing him space to explore.
He does. He kisses, licks, bites, and sucks on my neck, on my collarbone, but my shirt is in the way, and I want to feel his hard chest against my flesh. “Too many clothes,” I whisper as he starts pulling the shirt over my head. The minute it is off and on the floor, he groans, his eyes trained on my breasts.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Touch,” I mutter. “Please.”
He doesn’t waste any time, as if he realizes how much time we’ve spent wanting each other instead of doing something about it. If one night is all we have, then to hell with it, because I want it all.
His fingers trace from my neck to my chest, between my breasts, and then under it, but not where I want it. He’s taking his time, so painfully slow, as if holding me up bears no weight.
“Are you going to make me describe how I want to be touched, Dom?”
He chuckles. “If all we get is tonight, I want to take my time committing you to memory.”
Well, fuck.
“Room?” he asks, and I nod, pointing to the back where my bedroom is. He walks us there, kissing every inch of my neck and my cheek, pulling my earlobe between his teeth, not taking his hands from my back. I want to kiss him again. I want to hearhismoans. I want to see him as unraveled as I am for him, and I want him now.
He flips the switch, turning the lights on. “I want to see it all too,” he whispers, anticipating my question. He tosses me to the bed, standing in front of me in all his cowboy body glory.
Dom is more than chiseled lines and hard edges. The breadth of his shoulders seems to have been made to carry me. A body built to work hard, with the most perfect tan I never get to ogle openly as I’m doing just now.
I’m so exposed in front of him, breasts out, thin underwear covering the one place I want him to touch most right now, but with Dom standing in front of me, eyes filled with want, withneed, I’ve never felt more comfortable in my life.
“There’s way too much space between us,” I say, my chest heaving. He climbs on top of me, dropping a soft kiss to my lips before continuing down my body. Where he traced before, he now kisses, stopping right at the edge of my nipple. I arch my back, trying to get him to drop his lips over it, but he just chuckles.
He does the same with the other breast. I’m so turned on, if he doesn’t do something about it, I will.
But he does.Finally.
He drops his mouth over my nipple, teasing with his tongue, swirling around it and sucking on it, hard.
“Yes.”
His hand roams my body, lowering my underwear as I kick it off with my foot. He kisses down my belly, over my belly button, and continues until he’s right over my pussy. He takes a leg, spreading me open, placing it on his shoulder as he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed.
“We can just fuck. You don’t have to go down on me.”
“Oh, you think that’s what I’m doing?” he asks.
“Oh?”
“I’mnotgoing down on you, Firefly. I’m about to eat this pussy. Make sure you get that right.”
A gasp escapes me—his mouth is on me, and suddenly, there’s no gravity, because I’m floating.
I’m not inexperienced. I love sex and the pleasure that comes with it. But dating has not been a priority while I was living the college experience. A lot of experimenting and trying things? Sure, but nothing serious, which meant very little pussy eating from one night stands.
But Dom is not only doing this for me. He’s doing it for him.
“Fuck,” I groan, arching and lifting my ass so my pussy is closer to him. He’s not licking or kissing—he’sdevouring. Dom’s teeth graze my clit, and I jolt on the bed, hands in his hair, struggling to catch my breath.
