on but his pants, I push my grey slacks down my thighs.
“Fuck, I can see how wet you are.” His eyes devour me from head to toe as I stand before him in nothing but my panties and a bra, breathing heavy. I wait for him to touch me, my skin already on fire with anticipation. He steps toward me, his hand balling into a fist like he’s not sure where to start, where to touch me first.
I put my hands behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. His eyes darken and his jaw tics as the material lands on the floor. I don’t hesitate to slip off my panties, and I’m so wet the cool air makes me shiver.
“Now what?” I question.
“I’m trying to figure that out.” He reaches for me, his finger skimming the tip of my nipple, and it tightens. “I don’t know where to start. I don’t know if I want to eat you first or bend you over the bed and fuck you until you scream my name.”
I don’t tell him I’ll be happy either way, but judging by the way his lips curve up ever so slightly, he knows what I’m thinking. I hold my breath as he walks around me and moan when he cups my breast from behind, lowering his mouth to my shoulder. My head tips to the side, giving him access to my neck as one of his hands travels slowly down my stomach to between my legs.
The first touch of his fingers makes my head fall back and my eyes slide closed. He nips my earlobe as his fingers slide past my clit to fill me, and I start to open my legs wider, to give him more room, but his teeth sink into my flesh in a silent demand not to move. I grab hold of his forearm, willing myself to hold strong. The pleasure builds, threatening to bring me to my knees as his fingers thrust into me slowly and his thumb rolls over my clit.
Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he moves me around to face the bed and bends me over. My core tightens right before I cry out in frustration when he removes his fingers from me, and then I cry out for a different reason when he drops to his knees and his mouth latches onto my clit from behind. His fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place as he devours me like he’s starving, his tongue, teeth, and lips sending me closer to the edge.
My body shakes and my toes try to find purchase against the wood floor as my head thrashes from side to side. When his thumb presses against my entrance, I fall over the cliff, shouting his name. Stars fill my vision, my body feels light as a feather, and my skin tingles from my hips to my toes. Just as I’m starting to come back to myself, his body covers mine and he enters me without warning in one smooth thrust.
The head of his cock bumps my cervix, and I feel him throb inside me, seeming to take up every inch of space. Wanting more of him, needing more of him, I lift up on my hands and push back against him, listening to him groan. He wraps his hand around my hair when I toss my head back, and then he pulls me up, angling my head so he can cover my mouth with his. His mouth is hungry, desperate, and branding as he kisses me, and in that moment, I know I’m already his.
He fucks me harder and harder until I’m once again stumbling over the edge of pleasure, only this time he falls with me, locking his hips against mine after one final thrust. We both tumble forward onto the bed, his body heavy on top of mine and our breathing erratic as we soak up the last pulse of pleasure.
When he rolls away, I miss his weight but then relish the feel of his skin against mine as he drapes me across his chest and once more tangles his fingers into my hair. I rest my forehead in the crook of his neck and wrap my hand around his side, feeling sated and sleepy.
“Are you okay?” His voice is gruff but warm, and I tip my head back to meet his gaze.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Better, now that I’ve had you again.” He smiles