Claiming Her - Tory Baker Page 0,20
fucking psycho leaving calling cards every few days.” He grasps my hips, picking me up until I’m planted on top of the dresser.
“We’ve wasted all these years?” I close my eyes, breathing deeply.
“Taylor, we weren’t ready yet. You were still getting your life together, and I was working eighty plus hours a week. It sucks that this is what’s brought us together, but don’t you know? I’d wait forever to have you in my arms.” My arms loop around his shoulders, and his lips meet mine, his tongue nudges my mouth open. Slade plunders my mouth, and I love every single second of the way he dominates my mouth, all too soon he pulls away. “About those toys, I want to see just how you used them, what you were thinking about while that vibrator was buzzing inside of your tight cunt and the rabbit was buzzing on your clit. Did it get you off as good as I do with my tongue buried deep inside you while your body is writhing and your moans are breathless?”
“Jesus, I can’t even respond to that right now.” My hips rock toward his length that’s bulging against his jeans.
“It’s a good thing what we’re about to do won’t need any words.” Slade’s hands go to the bottom of my dress I wore for work. I lean back on my hands to help him ease it over my hips until he’s pulling it up and over my head. I’m left in nothing but a pair of sheer lace black panties. My dress had a shelf bra built in, allowing me to forgo a bra today.
“And you think my mouth needs a warning label? Look at you, all prim and proper with your work clothes until I unwrap you. You’re mine, Taylor. Only mine.”
“I am, Slade, just like you’re mine.” My hands find the edge of his shirt. I want his chest bare to mine; it’s my favorite way to fall asleep—half on his chest, our hearts beating next to one another, and how Slade matches my breathing as I fall asleep in his arms. His arms are the only place I ever want to be.
“Damn straight.” He backs away from me, and I slide off the dresser while he goes to the nightstand drawer by the side of the bed I’ve been sleeping on.
“What are you doing?” I ask, recognizing the look he gives me over his shoulder. He’s a shit starter, but he knows I’m game for anything he comes up with. This week alone has been the both of us learning about each other on more than just a physical level.
“Lie down on the bed.” I do as he says, crawling up from the foot of the bed. I hear the slight buzzing of my toy before he turns it off.
“I thought you were kidding?”
“Nope, I’m going to watch you play with yourself while I sit in the chair, but you won’t get yourself off. You’ll save that for me.” Slade leaves the toy beside me on the lowest setting, yet on my overstimulated body, it already has me quaking.
I grab my vibrator from the bed all while watching him move the chair from the corner of the room to the foot of the bed before sitting down in it. Slade unbuttons and unzips his pants. I watch as he pulls his thick length out. My mouth salivates at the thought of having it in my mouth again.
“Show me, Trouble,” he demands.
Doing as he says, I trail it down the middle of my chest, stopping to run the vibrator around each nipple. My legs rub together, needing the friction. Our eyes meet for just a moment, it’s fleeting, then my gaze wanders down his thick chest until it stops at the fist he has wrapped around his cock. I watch as he jerks himself. The way Slade’s body looks as he’s watching me urges me to move my vibrator down the length of my body until I reach my clit. The vibrations have me tipping my head back on a moan.
“Slade.” He may not be the one working my body up, but it’s him, always him, on my mind when my body is in the throes of passion.
“Look at me, Taylor. I want your eyes locked on mine when you push that toy in your cunt.” His voice takes on a forceful tone.
He has my eyes popping open, my body obeying his every demand, and I slowly push the vibrator inside me,