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His kisses were both dreams and torture. I didn’t know how he was able to bring my body to life the way he did with such simple actions, but his fingers slowly moving over my skin as his tongue teased my lower lip, brushing against the tip of mine, had my skin on fire.
And it raged.
No part of me was safe from the sensation of wanting this man. My veins thrummed, my nerves danced, my skin tingled with ten million goosebumps. I was a still night sky and a volcano erupting all at once.
I didn’t know how it was possible to lose oneself so entirely in another person, but I was.
I was lost.
Completely and utterly.
I wanted to cling onto him, climb and wrap my legs around his waist, slide my fingers through his hair, get closer and closer to him until the deep ache between my legs finally settled, until the matching one somewhere inside me was satiated.
If it were even possible.
William reached around to my back, sliding his fingers up the stitching of my zipper until he found the pull. He broke the kiss to slowly pull it down, but his laboured breathing skittered over my lips, giving away how he felt.
He brushed his fingertips over my skin slowly and torturously until he reached the straps of my dress and pulled them over my shoulders. His fingers drew the slowest of doodles down my arms until my hands were free and my dress fell away, pooling at my bare feet.
We kissed again as he worked at my bra, and any nerves I’d had were now well and truly gone. He snapped the clasp at my back, and I shrugged it off, tossing it to the floor, and I pressed my body completely against his.
His skin was hot, but so was mine, and there was something about the way his chest hair rubbed against my tender, hardened nipples that felt so good. I swore he groaned into my mouth, but it was brushed away when we moved.
He didn’t release me, not even to open the huge doors to the bedroom. He kept me against him, breaking our kiss only to make sure we made it to the bed.
It was there he finally let me go, but it didn’t last long. I fell back and he came with me, his large frame towering over mine as we scooted up the bed and he slipped between my legs. I wrapped them around his waist, our hands finding each other’s. My fingers eased between his perfectly, and he pinned me to the bed with our clasped hands above my head, my legs holding his body to mine, and my upper back arching so we could touch in as many places as possible.
Any gentle pretence was gone now. His kiss was hard and needy, his grip on my hands just tight enough that it toed the line of pain and pleasure. His erection pressed against me, and I couldn’t help the way my hips moved against it, pleading for him to give me more.
He didn’t relent, though, keeping to his own pace. He kissed along my jaw and down my neck, leaving an inferno of heat in his wake. My skin hummed with each and every kiss, and I had to loosen my grip on his waist as he moved down my body, taking his kisses with him.
He didn’t release my hands when he turned his attention to my breasts, lavishing one tender nipple with attention before turning to the other. The tip of his tongue swirled and flicked before he drew it into his mouth and his teeth gently scraped against them.
Everything he did only turned me on more, and my breath hitched when he moved lower down my body. His grip on my hands finally loosened, but only because he sat up and hooked his fingers through the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips.
I pulled my legs closed as they came off, and William was on his feet for all of two seconds before he grabbed my thighs and parted them, once again positioning his body between my legs.
His head.
It was his head between my legs.
And I barely had time to register the tickle of embarrassment that washed over me before he flicked his tongue against that aching, wet part of me.
My hips jerked, and he hadn’t even touched my clit yet.
He took his time, exploring my wetness with both his tongue and his fingers before he finally deigned to give me what I wanted.
His tongue on my clit.
Like magic. One, two, three strokes of his tongue against me, and I came like someone had snapped their fingers.
Sparks exploded. All the pent-up attraction and frustration and neediness burst out of me in rolling waves of pleasure that held every inch of my body hostage. Mind, body, and soul poured into the orgasm that came embarrassingly quickly, and I threw my arm over my eyes so I didn’t have to look at William as he got up.
And… disappeared.
I removed my arm and jolted when I saw him right next to me. “What are you doing?”
He opened the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a small box. After peeling that open, too, he tore off a little square and held it up. “A condom.”
