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She grazes her fingers teasingly, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re definitely ready to play.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Are you planning on having a playdate with my cock?”
The glint in her eyes and that self-assured smirk tell me more than words ever could.
“We’ll see, Bishop.” Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips, the gesture oozing anticipation. “Lead the way to your room.”
Without a word, I gesture toward the staircase. Swiftly, I discard my shoes and pants and then follow her. Entering the dimly lit bedroom, she activates the low lights. Their muted glow is just enough, casting shadows that dance along her form as she seductively unbuttons her jeans and sways her hips. Pulling off her tan turtleneck, the absence of a bra isn’t a surprise. I’ve been staring all day at her hard nipples, almost cutting through the fabric of the sweater.
My cock jerks as her jeans slide down, her unwavering gaze holding mine captive. The soft contours of her silhouette pull me in, leaving me mesmerized.
Without a word, I close the distance between us, the rest of the world blurring into insignificance. The anticipation thrums, tangible, and when my lips finally find hers, everything shifts. Every unspoken emotion pours between us in that one electrifying kiss. Her eager response has her pressing into me, fingers tangling in my hair, ensuring no space remains. The plush feel of her lips, paired with her hot, ragged breaths, sends my pulse racing. A primal need consumes me as my hands glide over her, exploring each curve with reverence.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, I’m met with a flicker of surprise in her eyes before I pepper her neck with heated kisses. Every sigh escaping her lips, each shiver under my fingertips, amplifies the burning desire coursing through me. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her.
We’re ensconced in our bubble, where time stands still. Nothing exists beyond this room, beyond her touch, beyond the raw emotion drawing us even closer.
Without breaking our connection, I lift her effortlessly, her legs automatically curling around my waist. Setting her down with utmost care, I pause and take a moment to drink in the sight before me. The magnetic pull of her gaze draws me in, and I’m willingly ensnared. The sensation of her fingertips skimming down my chest ignites a fire, leaving a trail of smoldering desire.
Slowly, I trace my tongue across her collarbone, leaving soft kisses on her stomach as I descend. Her skin prickles with every touch, every whisper of breath. Grasping the delicate fabric of her panties, I draw them down, revealing her in all her vulnerability.
She inhales sharply, a deep breath as our eyes lock, hers wide and filled with anticipation. My mouth moves lower to her inner thigh, and my tongue glides along her skin. Her body quivers with anticipation as I inch closer to her swollen folds. I slide a finger to the tip of her clit, rubbing it slowly.
McKay’s eyes flutter as she groans.
“I can’t wait to feast,” I say, burying my face between her legs and kissing her before I begin to taste her.
I lick, nibble, and play with her clit before sliding a finger inside of her. She says my name on a groan. “Bishop.” It sounds like a prayer, a plea, everything I need to continue fucking her with my fingers and my mouth.
My cock is getting hard. So. Fucking. Hard.
I want to be inside of her. No. I need to be inside, branding her, making her mine.
But all I do is continue worshiping her. Every gasp and sigh from her lips heightens the tension coiling within me. Feeling her body tremble and arch into my touch builds an overwhelming urge to be even closer.
I want all of her—to feel her pussy around my cock. To be lost in her completely. The desire is almost unbearable. My hands and lips continue their unhurried exploration, touching, tasting, and cherishing her.
McKay’s back arches, her entire form vibrating from the overwhelming pleasure, and just as she teeters on the edge of release, I stop.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps out between ragged breaths, her fingers twisting in my hair.
I murmur reassurances against her heated skin, my hands and lips still blazing a thorough trail across her trembling body.
“I need you,” she breathes out, the raw yearning in her voice fueling the fire within me.
Teasingly, I run my finger along her slit until I find her small opening, then blow a soft stream of air that makes her tremble. My control is hanging by a thread, but I want to watch her become unhinged in front of me. Draw every last gasp and moan from those perfect lips.
“Don’t tease me,” she demands, her voice a blend of frustration and longing.
“You tortured me for the past week. I think it’s fair that I return the favor.”
“How did I torture you?”
“I’ve craved this moment since our very first meeting.” I lap her clit again. “To worship your body. To hear you scream my name … to learn what makes you tremble and drives you wild.”
She shivers when my tongue makes contact with her clit. I’m doing it fast enough to push her close to the edge again. She’s panting, pulling my hair. When I stop, she glares at me. “Why? I’m so close.”
“I want to be inside you when you come for the first time,” I say.
