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"I did," I answer hoarsely.
He smirks. "We'll see."
His fingers drift up my inner thigh as he ghosts his lips against mine. I greedily try to get more of both, arching my body into his hand and leaning forward to capture his mouth. He denies me both, a dark chuckle coming from him.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?"
I nod, zero shame at how needy I feel right now. He brings his lips back to mine, and too worried he'll stop sliding his finger closer to my clit, I remain still, even when I feel his lips curve up against mine. Bastard.
Finally, fucking finally, his finger reaches my clit, and a low moan escapes me at the first circle he rubs into it. I widen my thighs, needing more, daring to demand more. And he gives it to me, stepping closer so the tip of his cock rubs against my clit through his boxer briefs as his fingers slide through my wetness to my opening.
"Look how wet you are for me," he huskily says. "I can hear it. Can't you?"
I quickly nod because I can. I hear it as he slides two fingers into me, hear each and every thrust of them into me, each time he slides them out of me. And from the way his cock feels rubbing roughly against me, I know I'm only getting wetter by the second. Then his fingers are abruptly leaving me, but before I can even beg him for more, his fingers are at my lips.
"Don't you want to taste how much you want me?" he asks, but it doesn't feel like it's a question at all. Not when his finger are already pressing on my bottom lip, demanding I open for him. So, I do.
My eyes close at the taste of myself on his fingers, but not before I see the way his own eyes light up with desire as he licks his lips.
"Get my cock out and wrap your hand around me," he commands.
My eyes open, and I do as I'm told while still licking myself off of his fingers. Pulling the waistband of his boxer briefs down with one hand, I wrap the other around him, feeling the hot, smooth skin of his cock, heavy in my hand. I stroke my thumb up the vein until I reach the tip. He groans. I slide my hand up and down him as he takes his fingers out of my mouth. His lips are there a moment later, his tongue circling mine as he pumps into my hand.
Two fingers thrust into me again, making me gasp into his mouth. I move him until the tip of his cock is against my clit again, and continue pumping him, loving the sounds that seem to vibrate from his mouth to mine. They sound wanting, longing, as if he's just as desperate for more as I am.
He backs away, his fingers leaving me as he breaks our kiss and makes my hand slip away from him. Then his movements are frenzied as he shoves his boxer briefs down his legs, steps out of them, and reaches for my dress. He shoves the shoulderstraps down, all but rips the dress past my hips and drags it to the floor. I don't have a bra on, so I stand bare before him. His chest heaves as he takes me in, his gaze intense. I almost want to cover myself, to create some type of distance between me and his almost reverent look, but I don't dare. I'm his, in this room, and God, it's starting to feel like out of it too.
"Walk to the bed. Slowly."
I turn, getting my first look at the room. But my mind refuses to take in any of it, my eyes only searching for the bed, and finding it beyond the door to my left. Walking to it, I look over my shoulder, find Law putting on a condom, giving his cock a few pumps. God, just the sight of his cock, remembering all the things it made me feel last time, has a shiver racing through my body.
I reach the bed, climb onto it, lie on my back, and watch him come toward me. His eyes roam up and down my body until he's crawling onto the bed between my legs. He hovers over me, his eyes staring into mine. His eyes alone are like some type of sex, like they enter me and never let go, grabbing me to him until he's ready to let me go, until he's ready to look away. Because his gaze makes me feel like it's wrong to look away first.
He comes forward, kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth without a pause to see if it's welcome. He knows it is. I think, at this point, he knows I want every single thing he'll give me. His kiss is wild, crazed, needy, taking and taking, and I give and give. I'm breathless, but what does air really matter when Law is kissing me like this? Then he's backing away, breathing as hard as me, biting down on his bottom lip.
"I need to taste you. All of you."
Chapter 6
His lips ravish me. First, they're on my neck, licking circles along my skin before his teeth begin nipping and biting, surely leaving more marks for me to stare at in the mirror long after he's gone. He moves lower, to my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, making my hands grip his hair to hold him there. I'm probably holding him much too tightly to me, but his groan only makes my nails dig into his scalp more. I only let him up so he can move to the other breast, his beard scratching against my skin as he goes to lick around my nipple until he encloses it in his mouth.
"I was thinking of these breasts all week," he says.
I'm surprised at his words, but quickly reply, "Is that all you thought about?"
He smirks up at me, eyes locked with mine as he crawls lower. "No. I thought of this much more."
His head dips, tongue going to my clit with the barest of licks. It still has my body arching off of the bed. He chuckles, and I narrow my eyes at him, but it quickly disappears with my mouth opening to let out a moan when he circles my clit. The tension there is coiling, already anxious for relief, for release. My stomach clenches, my body twitching as he sucks my clit into his mouth, moving the tip of his tongue from side to side on it. His hand comes to my stomach, holding me down so I have no choice but to lie there and let him work me toward an orgasm. Not that I'm fighting it at all.
His mouth lets my clit go with an audible pop while his hands go to my thighs, spreading them as his tongue slides through my wetness until it's at my opening. I arch my body up, desperate for his teasing circles to cease so I can feel his tongue inside of me.
"Law, please." I give in to pleading with him.
And it works because he thrusts his tongue into me. My hands grip the sheets, my eyes closing as pleasure rushes over me.
"Oh God. Please don't stop." I pant.
"Not until you give me what I want," he says.
