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“Holden,” I breathed, urging him on. I wanted his hands on my breasts more than I wanted my next breath. Taking pity on me, he shoved the straps down to my elbows and stared at the strapless bra that did amazing things for my figure.
“Jesus.” His fingers hooked into the right cup, tugging it down until my breast popped free. My left breast swiftly followed. The cool air and his hot gaze made my nipples harden like they were prepared to beg for his attention too.
His hands landed on my waist, unexpectedly lifting me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist instinctually. I was extra thankful Sissy had picked a gown that allowed for movement—mostly this particular movement. The position put my breasts level with his face and my skin heated as his eyes devoured me. The rapid rise and fall of my chest brought me closer to his mouth with every ragged inhalation. My spirit left my body when he leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, somehow knowing the exact amount of pressure I needed. He lavished it with attention before kissing his way across my chest to the neglected breast. My head fell back and smacked the wall, my hips jerking from the pressure and the feeling of cold air on my wet, tender skin.
“How would you like to see the bedroom?” he asked, his mouth an inch from my breast.
“Yes, love to.” I shoved lightly at his shoulders, preparing to regain my feet, but he just turned with me in his arms and carried me up the short flight of stairs to the loft area that served as his bedroom.
He gently lowered me, and I was moving to unbutton his shirt as soon as my feet hit the floor. My fingers were shaking with anticipation as they moved down the front of the shirt, taking some detours to feel the hard planes of muscle hidden underneath the fabric. I felt him tug down the zipper at my side, then a rush of silk against skin as my dress puddled around my feet. He unhooked my bra just as I reached the last of his shirt buttons and began to unfasten his belt to free the ends of his shirt. I had never been so desperate to undress someone in my life. The throbbing between my legs grew more intense each time his fingers skimmed my bare skin.
I muttered a complaint as he gently pushed me away from him.
“I gotta look at you, baby.” He spun me around, his hand caressing the length of my spine and coming to rest just above my butt. “Love this.” He tugged the small scrap of lace.
At this point, my panties could have solved the water crisis in California. I heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor and the soft thud of what I presumed were his shoes following his belt. I tried to turn around to get my own look at his body, but his hand on my hip kept me facing the bed.
He traced the lacy edge of my thong, pressing my back closer into his front. I was consumed by him, his smell and warmth enveloping me. The feel of my naked skin against the light hair covering his chest was almost enough to push me over the edge. One of his hands roughly cupped my breast while the other dipped below my panties to cup me, fingers traveling lazily up and down my slit.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice low and rough. “The things I want to do to you.”
“You should do them,” I encouraged him, breathless like I’d been running for miles. “All the things. You should do them all.”
I felt the chuckle vibrate through me more than I heard it, and I was so, so close to begging again. But before I could utter a “please,” his finger found my clit and my head fell back against his shoulder.
I should have known Holden St. James would take charge in the bedroom, and I was more than happy to cede control to him. My legs started to shake and I leaned more of my weight on him. “Faster, please,” I half-commanded, half-pleaded.
“Greedy, greedy.” The words landed on my neck, his teeth biting into the flesh where my shoulder met my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out as his fingers pinched my clit. We hadn’t even had sex yet and I already knew he was going to ruin me for all other partners.
Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around, lowering me to the bed and tugging my thong off roughly. Holden standing at the end of the bed in nothing but his unbuttoned tuxedo pants with my thong dangling from his fingertips was the single sexiest thing I had ever seen. I watched raptly as he dropped my panties to remove his pants and had to resist the urge to pinch myself just to make sure this was really happening. Standing in a tight pair of black boxer briefs, he tugged my legs until my ass was at the edge of the bed and then dropped to his knees, placing my legs over his shoulders.
I blushed, closing my eyes as he opened me completely to his gaze.
“You are—without a doubt—the most perfect thing I have ever seen.” His voice was a deep rumble against my flesh.
His lips skimmed up my thighs, tickling and tempting. He flattened his tongue against me before giving a slow, leisurely lick, like he was savoring my taste. I jolted against him when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, my legs instinctively tightening around his ears while my hands found purchase in his hair. He applied more pressure against that spot and I gasped, thrusting my hips toward him. My gasp and the frantic motion seemed to snap him out of his teasing mood and he increased the pressure even more, speeding up his movements until tears were streaming from my eyes and I was making wild, desperate noises.
One of his hands moved from where it was holding my hip and I felt his knuckle brush the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I whimpered in anticipation, the sound eliciting a groan from him that rumbled through me.
“Please, please, please,” I begged him, trying to move my body closer. I needed more. I needed all of him.
He placed his other hand on my lower stomach, holding me in place. He didn’t ease a finger into me. No. Not Holden. He pushed two fingers inside with all the arrogance of a man who was used to being in charge of every situation. As he pumped in a rhythm matching the rough strokes of his tongue, I felt my inner muscles spasm, clamping down on the intruding fingers almost painfully.
“It’s too much,” I cried out as I came, trying to escape the onslaught of sensation even as my fingers in his hair held him to me. Another groan vibrated against my clit, sending another wave through me. Eventually my grip on his hair eased enough for him to lift his head, and his grin was almost feral. He gave me two final pumps before removing his fingers, placing them between his lips, and sucking them clean, keeping his eyes fastened on mine the entire time. I was too turned on to be embarrassed by how wet they were.
I wasn’t going to survive this. I scooted back on the bed out of an urge for self-preservation, but Holden wasn’t going to allow any escape. He rose from the floor and crawled over me, settling his body on mine and halting my retreat. Placing his weight on one arm, he reached toward the dresser and produced a condom. He leaned back on his heels between my thighs and I sat up, helping him roll the condom down his length, giving his dick a few extra pumps along the way. He used his upper body to lower me back to the bed and lifted my left leg over his hip.
“Okay?” he asked, eyes searching my face for any sign that we weren’t on the same page.
I nodded, unable to think of anything I was more okay with than this.
He thrust into me in one fluid motion, and the feeling of being filled so completely, so swiftly, overwhelmed my senses until I couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began. I couldn’t separate his groan from my own. He paused, head lowering to my forehead, his mouth meeting mine in a hungry kiss. Then his hips started moving, each stroke sending a jolt of electricity through my body. He set a steady rhythm, bringing me closer and closer until my orgasm tore through me and I came on a scream. His hips pistoned in and out of me wildly, getting more and more erratic with every thrust of his hips.
“Sutton,” he called, his head thrown back and his neck straining as he found his own release. “Fuck!”
He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him, determined to hold him close to me for as long as I could. After a few ragged breaths, he rolled us so we were lying on our sides, still wrapped in each other’s arms.
