wrap my arms around his neck. “That’s how you got me here.”
“What?”
“By telling the truth. By being you.” I kiss him on the mouth and press into him, and the kiss grows hungry—fast.
My nipples are hard and rub up against his tux. I want it gone. I want to feel his skin on mine. I want everything, all at once, right now. I don’t want to wait, but he’s going to make me. He’s going to torture me the same way he did with his tongue the other night. My heart redlines at the thought, as the memory of that orgasm floods back in.
Rick licks and explores my mouth with an expert tongue, and his hands slide down to my backside and he yanks me against him. I start to unbutton his shirt, and with one swift movement, the room flashes all around me. He twirls us around and pins me down on the bed.
He’s not gentle at all. It takes my breath away when my back hits the mattress, and my breaths grow labored.
Rick pants above me, a rabid dog trying to tame his instincts and failing. His hands pin my wrists above my head. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so on fire in my life. I ache for him to be up against me, for him to be inside me. But as expected, he takes his time, making me sweat this out, letting the anticipation build. I swear, he’s going to make me orgasm the second he touches me, if he ever does.
He leans back and grins, as if he can read every one of my thoughts. Slowly, and methodically, he begins to peel his clothes off, his eyes raking up and down my body the whole time. First are cufflinks and the bow tie, then the jacket. His shirt is still on, and I want it off him.
It’s excruciating. I squirm on the bed as his eyes burn a trail up and down my body. He seems to relish every second of driving me insane. Without thinking, my hand slides down to my stomach, heading farther south, anything to quell this ache.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“What?”
I look up and he’s staring right at my hand, shaking his head. “It’s mine. Only mine.”
I start to say something when he walks toward me, unbuttoning his white dress shirt on his way. He takes his time stripping it off, one button at a time until he finally pulls each side of it open, and I get a peek at his beautiful body again. An even better view this time, and he looks like something from the cover of a magazine, all lean muscle and smooth lines.
As he loses the shirt, his eyes go right between my legs, as if he’s just acquired his target. He licks his lips and I don’t know if you can orgasm from someone just looking at you, but I’m close. So close.
He stops in front of me one last time, his eyes still locked between my thighs. He licks his lips, and then he’s on top of me, his chest pressing me to the mattress as he kisses me. All I can think about is what he’s going to do. I don’t know if he’s going to be rough or gentle, I really can’t tell. He’s so unpredictable, and it sends adrenaline spiking through my veins. Is he going to go slow and take his time, or is he going to go hard and fast?
I take note this is the first time we’ve ever really touched, skin to skin, and there’s something incredibly intimate, a connection that’s more than just physical. It feels spiritual in a way I can’t describe. I’ve never felt so close to a man before, so in sync with someone else.
The only thing I know, is I want another orgasm like the other night. Judging by Rick’s face, he’s about to give me one. He licks his lips, and he’s down between my legs again. He reaches for my panties, and I think he’s about to slip them off when he grins at me, then rips them in half.
I really liked those, but he got me a new dress, so I’m not really going to complain about it. Plus, let’s be honest, it was hot when he did it. So hot I can barely breathe right now.
He licks and teases around me, making me writhe on the bed. He gets so close to right where I want him, then