“Find out for yourself.”
His eyes glowed like high beams as he stepped back, locked on my jeans-
The fly ripped, the button pinging as it rocketed off. My jeans yanked themselves down my legs, revealing my panties. Molten metal swirled in his gaze as he admired me trembling like a leaf.
Old insecurities surged.Your boobs are too small. You’re bloated. You aren’t sexy.He eviscerated those thoughts with the consuming lust pouring from him. He fell to his knees in front of me.
A man ready for worship.
A devil ready to devour.
Discarding my sandals, he guided my feet out of the jeans around my ankles. His hands smoothed up my calves, behind my knees until his fingers stopped in the crease of my ass. My breath came in shallow pants, skin humming and tingling from the trail of his hands.
“Can I kiss you, Angel?”
My scattered brain was unable to compute where he was going with this. All I knew was I needed him. Everywhere.
“Yes, please.”
His eyes closed again in blissful torment. “Fucking hell,” he whispered to himself as he pulled my hips forward-
I gasped, a strangled whine following as his hot breath tickled through the thin lace barrier. That wasnotwhat I expected. I’d never been kissedthere. A whisper of his lips teased me- my hips bucked. He pushed me against the door, fingers hooking through the lace on either side andripped. The flimsy material floated to the floor. One hand guided my leg over his shoulder and gripped my thigh.
Completely, unabashedly exposed.
I reached down reflexively to cover myself- a flash of sliver caught my wrist.
“Don’t you dare hide, you’re fucking perfect,” he growled, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my hip bone, easing the tension in my body as he returned his attention to where I was on display and at his mercy. He bit his lip on a guttural groan. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”
Losing it. I waslosingit at his words, his hands, his mouth, his eyes- glazed and hooded. My fingers found his shirt, desperate to tear it off-
“Don’t move, Angel,” he scolded, that invisible force pinning my wrists together.
Wriggling and frustrated, “I want you.”
“You’ll have me, baby, I promise,” he soothed.Baby. He called me baby. I only half heard what he said next, “First, I need to taste you.”
Everything happened at once. My hands were freed, my fingers dove into his hair and his mouth-
“Oh,” I gasped, my head falling back. The first brush of his lips against the most sensitive part of me had me believing in any and all religions. His tongue flicked in hungry exploration. He tested me, attentive to what had me quivering and panting as he sucked and teased and licked. I couldn’t help the moans slipping free, though they seemed to spur him on further. Teeth grazed my clit, giving a tiny nip-
A sound I’d never made escaped my throat as my hands tugged his hair. Winding me higher and higher with his relentless tongue, a finger circled my entrance. Another finger followed, dipping in and curling.
What I did to myself couldn’t compare to this delicious torment. The uncontrollable trembling in my legs, hips rocking against his face, on his fingers- Out of myself. Out of mymind. Breaking for a breath, those sinful fingers thrust harder as he peeked up at me.
“Come on my tongue, Angel.”
Between his command and his mouth returning to devour me, bright white light erupted behind my eyes. An orgasm detonated in waves, rolling through me so strong, I crumbled. Steady arms scooped me up effortlessly and laid me back on the bed.
I clung to him as I floated on an ocean of intoxicating bliss. His lips brushed mine, moving to my cheek, my neck. “Fucking gorgeous. You came so hard for me,” He murmured with a grin and kissed my ear.
“I’ve never,” I panted, struggling to finish the train of thought. He brushed my hair from my face while his other hand traveled under my tank top until his fingers traced the underside of my breast beneath my bra.
“Never what?” he prodded. His thumb and pointer finger pinched my nipple, soothing the bite with soft circles. I failed miserably at stringing words into coherent sentences.
“I've only- No one has made me- only alone,” I blushed.
Caught in his blazing stare, I held my breath. I shouldn’t have told him.
