“Where were we?” Another button goes flying, and the sound of it rattles against the wood before falling silent. Somehow his cheekbones grow even more stark, as if his desire for me stretches the very confines of his skin. “Oh, that’s right, I remember. You were about to open that pretty mouth and tell me your impure thoughts. I’d planned on asking you at the party.” He scowls down at me. “But you never let me close enough to ask, so I want it now.”
“I’m sorry.” Only with my body hot with need, sprawled across the counter, do I see how I was my own worst enemy.
He adjusts the cotton neckline with the knife to reveal more of my cleavage spilling from my lace bra. He studies his work, then makes another cut, down to where my rib cage hollows out, exposing me.
He hooks a finger into the demi cup of my bra and tugs so my breast spills over. I tremble with the sharp edge of lust as he runs the flat part of the blade over my hard nipple.
I cry out, jerking into his hard cock.
“Your body begs so pretty, Jessica.”
He places the knife to the side before cupping both of my breasts in his hands and pushing them together. He captures one peak with his lips, sucking deep before releasing me and moving to the other side.
“Charlie.” I moan his name, pushing into his voracious mouth as his teeth scrape one distended tip. My fingers clench as pleasure crests over my skin.
He lifts his lips from the pebbled peak. “What fantasy did you fuck yourself to?”
My thoughts scatter as he licks my nipple. Pulls at the other. Rolls the sensitive flesh between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the ache. He laves one breast, then the other, toying with me. Teasing me.
Back and forth. Over and over.
Until I think I’ll go mad.
“Jessica.” He whispers my name over my damp skin. “What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know.” I cry out, my neck arching as he sucks so hard I feel my inner walls contract. “I can’t concentrate.”
He cups my breasts, stroking lightly. “Try.”
I do my best to gather my scattered, lust-fueled thoughts. “I-I wanted you to chase me.”
He travels down my waist and over my stomach until he grips my thighs, pushing my legs up and open on the island. “Keep going.”
“I wanted you to be so crazy, you couldn’t help dragging me somewhere and fucking me.”
He keeps up his torture, his hands questing and relentless.
“I wanted to look at you across the room and feel what you’d done to me.”
“Think of how hot that would have made you.” He presses an openmouthed kiss right above the band of my panties, low on my stomach. “But instead, you needed to be an impossible brat.”
“I’m sorry,” I cry out as his tongue flattens, licking over my skin.
“I know, baby.” He rubs his lips along my skin. “I’m sure you’ll learn your lesson for next time.”
I can’t help but quiver. “Charlie.”
The sound of fabric tearing fills the air when he grips the sides of my panties and rips before pulling the lace from between my legs and running a finger down my slit. “You’re soaking.”
“Yes.”
His dark head dips as he holds my thighs wide apart and licks the full length of me. “You taste delicious.”
My entire world focuses on his mouth devouring me like I’m a feast.
It’s too much. I’m too exposed. Too sensitive.
I attempt to move, but he pins my legs down.
