serious eyes pierce right through me as he licks his perfect lips.
“I fucking hate it, Nika,” he grates. “I hate that I’m just supposed to sit back and watch while you dance with another guy.” He brings his other hand up, closing me in. And then he leans against me, tormenting me with the press of his body.
I tilt my head at him. “No one is making you do anything, Erik.”
He looks down at my skimpy black dress, biting his lip. He traces a fingertip up my arm, touching a few strands of my hair.
“I think we both know that isn’t true,” he murmurs. He runs those same fingertips across my clavicle and down the line of my cleavage.
I squirm. “Erik—"
He interrupts me. “Are you even wearing anything under this dress?”
I swallow heavily and blush, looking up at him. It takes all the sass I can muster to say, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
His lips twitch. He stares down at me for a few seconds, his expression unreadable. He leans down to my lips, placing the lightest kiss to the very corner of my mouth. He’s playing with me, tormenting me.
And my response? My whole body aches. My breasts lift and tighten. My clit throbs. My pussy is damp and getting wetter by the second.
My mouth actually waters and I turn my head, trying to catch his lips with my own. But he’s not interested in that.
Erik drops to his knees, making my eyes go wide with surprise. He makes eye contact with me as he touches my outer thighs, skimming his hands up the bare skin exposed by my dress. Erik presses a hand against my belly, pushing me back against the wall.
“Stay still,” he warns me. “Be a good girl.”
His words, spoken in such a deep and gravelly voice, make me suck in a breath. The anticipation builds as he slides his hands up my thighs.
He rucks the dress up around my hips, sucking his lower lip in briefly as he looks me dead in the eyes. I am naked before him, my whole entire pussy aching for his touch.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my damned life as seeing this man on his knees before me, bending his head toward my lower body. He raises one of my knees and exposes my most intimate parts to his view. I keep my pussy shaved completely, so I’m bare before his eyes.
I feel like if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to die. He licks his lips, sending a shiver up my spine.
God, he’s about to eat my pussy. How long have I dreamed of this moment? I’m torn between closing my eyes and watching his every movement.
I rake my fingernails through his sandy hair, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Erik places a single, scalding hot kiss to my inner thigh. When he nips the same soft skin, I startle, shifting my body a little.
His hands tighten on my hips. “I thought I already told you to be still.” He looks up at me, his eyes promising to do dirty things to me. “I won’t tell you again, Nika.”
I swallow, nodding. “I’ll be good,” I manage.
He smirks, then hikes my knee over his shoulder. I squirm when he returns his lips to my inner thigh, kissing and gently biting his way toward my shaved pussy.
Erik splays a big hand out against my mons, gently pulling my pussy lips up and using his fingers to spread me fully. Moisture leaks from my slit. My clit throbs. Every part of me is so sensitive right now. I can feel myself beginning to tremble with need, the delicate muscles of my inner thigh shaking.
He leans in close and feathers a hot, wet kiss against the hood of my clit. I make a strangled noise, trying to tamp down my response.
He murmurs against my flesh. “I like hearing you moan for me, princess. Make all the noise you want.”
He places another kiss just outside my pussy lips. I groan, shifting my weight. He just chuckles and puts another kiss below that, but still not close enough to my clit. I need more; more stimulation, more of his tongue on my clit. My hands run through his short flaxen hair, pressing him closer.
He continues trailing kisses around my pussy lips, always just outside where I want his mouth to be. I groan, whining a little.
“Erik,” I whisper. “Please?”
His fingers trace the edges of my pussy, intensifying the teasing. “Please what?” he