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“You bent me like a pretzel last night. And it wasn’t an issue this afternoon.”
“I didn’t know then,” he whispers. “I’m going to be very slow and very gentle with you. You’ll like it. I promise.”
He makes it his mission to kiss every part of my bare skin before he tugs at the ties that are fastened at the back of my neck. He drags the satin from behind me excruciatingly slowly. My skin erupts in goosebumps as he peels back the material away from my chest. Exposing only the upper half of my breasts before he presses his lips to the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. The nerves in my neck come alive as he kisses the pulse point on my throat.
“What is it about you and food scents?” he whispers and his hand settles on my waist, achingly close but not quite close enough to touch the underside of my breast. “Your shampoo smells of spiced apples, and your perfume is like vanilla ice cream. You’re taking dessert to a whole new level. Do you taste like apple pie and ice cream too?”
I laugh out loud. “You might need to call room service for that.”
“Be my guest.” I feel his smile against my collar bone before he places a kiss there as his hand slides higher, his fingertips graze the side of my breast, causing a shiver of need to erupt and spread out from where his skin touches mine. “Sounds like a lot of fun, but I’m kind of preoccupied.”
“Me too.” I murmur, resisting the urge to trap his hand with my arm and satiating the need immediately. “I know you want to be gentle with me. But you’re killing me.”
“Am I?” He kisses the small dip between my collarbones.
“Yes, goddamn it. Touch me.”
“And where do you want me to touch you?” His voice drops an octave. As his kisses go lower, so does his hand. It travels all the way down my side as far as my mid thigh before it climbs its way back upwards, sliding over the curve of my ass, my hip and back to that spot torturously close to my breast. “Tell me what you want.”
“Higher.” I whisper and his fingers curl around me, taking the weight into his palm. The over the clothes action causes my heartbeat to flutter and my nipple to tighten into a hard peak. “I want to be naked.” I murmur growing in confidence. “I want your skin on mine. I don’t remember last night and we didn’t get naked earlier… so…”
“Feel free to get started.” He invites.
I don’t waste any time reaching for the buttons on his shirt. But he doesn’t make it easy for me either. He lowers his mouth to the swell of my chest and starts inching the edge of my dress lower and lower. Trailing kisses along the path as he gets lower.
I give up my attempts to undress him the moment the hem line slides past my nipples and his mouth wraps around one, and then the other. My head falls back against the pillow, my eyes close as I moan out my pleasure and pure relief.
“You’ve never made that sound before.”
“Keep going, and I'll make it again.”
He drops his mouth back on my breast, taking the nipple into his mouth, swiping his tongue over it, and grazing his teeth against it. It’s delicious and shoots arrows of lust down to the place between my legs that craves his touch the most.
“Sean.” I reach for the last of the buttons on his shirt, blindly unfastening them, so I can remove the infernal thin cotton from between us. As soon as it’s gone, Sean rests his bare chest against mine. It’s heaven. Pure sweet heaven to feel him against me.
“I want all of you naked.” I demand. “Strip off!”
“You’re bossy tonight.” He laughs and then pulls away from me.
He stands up and starts humming the tune to The Stripper as he slowly, too fucking slowly, unfastens the belt at his waist. He pulls the zipper down tooth by tooth before he hooks his fingers in both his slacks and his shorts and pushes them off his hips. He steps out of them and kicks them away.
I take my time as my gaze travels the length of his body. I take in all of his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, the finely sculpted abs and the tapered v and that happy line to his erection standing proud.
The view is no less spectacular than it was this morning but a thrill shoots through me. This time it’s all mine. And I can do whatever I want with it. I climb on to my hands and knees, the satin dress drops away from my waist, pools around my legs. I crawl towards him, leaving the silky material behind.
I love the way he looks at me. I feel desired. Beautiful. Powerful. And that last one is a heady rush because I haven’t felt powerful in a long time. So, I stand up on my knees, and curl my finger at him, beckoning him towards me. He comes. He steps up to the edge of the bed, his hand comes to my waist as he presses his entire body against me. His naked skin against mine, which is all I want.
“Okay. You win.” He growls right before he drops his mouth on mine.
His kiss is hot and demanding, like his control has snapped. I give him just as good as I get. Match him kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke, making me feel wanted as well as wanting.
His knee pushes on the mattress, and just when I think he’s going to slide me beneath him. He half lifts, half rolls beneath me. He pushes his hips up against mine and we both groan out. More in frustration at the final barrier of my panties between us.
“Are you fond of these?” He asks tracing his finger along the seam of my sex, teasing me through the lace thong. I shake my head in reply, not trusting my voice to speak. “Good!”
He tugs hard, the material rips and he pushes his erection into the heat between my thighs. God he feels good. He feels freaking amazing just poised right between my legs ready to slide home and take us both into the heavens.
“Babe,” His voice is strained, like he’s resisting and it’s physically painful. “You’re in charge.”
