wine. When did we fall into this? We used to be at each other’s throats even just a few days ago. Right now, I feel nothing but excitement.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush, Blaire. I sent Anya to Lucy’s because I want to spend the night with you. If I didn’t do something about it, I would have exploded. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, I do. I’m glad you did.”
I want to tell him that we need to talk. That we need to figure out the nitty-gritty of what’s going on between us, but I don’t want to spoil this moment. I don’t want to put us in a position where we end up arguing again.
Trevor walks towards me, the wine swirling in his glass with every step. I tip my head back so I can look at his handsome face. He is handsome. He is extraordinarily handsome.
He reaches me and then curls his fingers around the back of my neck. I gulp the lump of desire and excitement down my throat. He brings his face towards me till our foreheads are knocking together.
“Do you even know what you do to men?” he asks in a gruff voice.
“I don’t have time to think about that,” I reply, and he smirks just before he kisses me.
My breath is caught in my throat. Our mouths meet and fuse. I’m melting into him. We still have the glasses in our hands but wine sloshes out and falls to the floor. I don’t care. I just love the way he’s devouring me like he’s been starving for me.
I can taste the wine on his mouth. Delicious, red, and juicy. His tongue pushes down my throat. He nibbles my bottom lip gently between his immaculately white teeth.
Then he pulls away from the kiss so I have no choice but to stare into those dreamy eyes.
“I’m not going to ask twice, Blaire. Take off your clothes right now.”
It’s like he has suddenly decided to take control of the situation. Didn’t he say he is technically my boss?
I have put away my wine and I’m standing in front of him in the middle of my living room, with not a stitch of clothing on my body. And I don’t think I have ever felt more liberated than I do now.
I love the way he looks at me. How his eyes roam all over my body, settle on my breasts, then travel down to that spot between my legs. He is taking off his shirt too. The sound of his belt unbuckling makes my toes curl.
His pants fall to the floor. Followed by his underwear. His cock is standing erect, pointed straight at me. Stiff but throbbing. I can’t take my eyes off it. My mouth waters at the thought of him filling me up.
He grabs himself, then starts stroking.
“Get down on your hands and knees. I want to see you crawl.”
I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but I have already made up my mind to do exactly what he says.
I am on my hands and knees; crawl to where?
I crawl slowly around the living room, staring at him over my shoulder while he watches me, strokes his cock. I can sense he’s even more turned on by my ass. The way I’m at ground level now. He knows he can come over and take possession of me. Overpower me.
I want to be overpowered by him.
His jaw is clenched. He is stroking himself slowly, enjoying every moment. Then he comes towards me.
“Stop moving,” he says, and I stop in my tracks. He lowers himself behind me, and I feel like my heart is going to thud right out of my chest. He grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading, enjoying the slippery buttery texture of my skin. I love feeling his big warm hands on me.
He lowers himself even further down, leaning towards me and stretching my legs apart. I can feel his hot breath on me. My pussy folds smack apart, and then his mouth is on me.
I gasp, and my body lurches forward, but he has a strong grip on me. He uses one arm to tie around my waist, keep me in place, while his tongue works its magic on my pussy from behind.
I have to do everything to keep myself from falling forward, crashing to the floor. Trevor’s tongue moves expertly, slurping and tasting, sucking and stroking. Shudders of pleasure run through my body. I’m vibrating all