I yelp again. We get to the top of the stairs and, once again, the luxury of it all steals my breath. This house is so stupid rich, it’s like a resort. Bench seats are outside each room and the hallway veers off in every direction as far as I can see. Sensing my trepidation, he grabs my hand, leads me to his room, and I stop at the doorway.
Holy fuck.
This bedroom is ridiculous. It’s as big as most suburban houses. A large four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room with luxury furnishings. The walls are covered in a dark, textured fabric, charcoal wallpaper, and the bed linen is all different shades of grey, while the pillow cases and sheets are a crisp white. There’s a room to the left that has a leather lounger and ottoman, and three doors sit around the bedroom. I turn my attention back to him as he waits for me to take in my surroundings.
“I need you naked,” he purrs.
I smile shyly. This is it—the moment I’ve been both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. It’s been a long time for me. Too long.
He steps forward and kisses my lips softly as he reaches around and undoes my bra with one hand.
Like a pro… he’s done that many times before.
Stop it.
His eyes drop to my breasts as his hand comes up to cup them. “Perfect,” he mutters as his thumb dusts back and forth over my nipple.
Our eyes lock and he drops to his knees in front of me. I hold my breath as he leans forward and inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking good.” He growls against my panties.
Oh hell…
He slowly slides them down my legs, slips them off, and then nuzzles into me, his lips kissing my inner thigh as his eyes close in pleasure.
“I need to taste you. I want you on my tongue,” he mutters to himself as he stands. He meticulously unclips my suspender belt and then slides it off over my hips, bending to roll my stockings down each leg… and there I stand completely naked and vulnerable. He kisses me as he pushes me back until my legs are touching the bed. He lays me down and then spreads my legs open. His eyes drop to my open sex and he smiles darkly. “That’s the angle I was looking for,” he whispers.
I giggle as I look up at him, standing at the end of the bed still dressed in his full suit and tie, and here I am naked and spread eagle on his bed.
I don’t want to lie here like this for him while he’s fully dressed. “Cameron,” I plead.
His dark eyes hold mine. “What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you.” I wriggle around on the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure between my legs. “I want all of you.”
With his eyes still burning a hole in mine, he takes his suit jacket off and then rips his tie to loosen it. My sex clenches in appreciation. I watch as he undoes the tie, slides it off, and then unbuttons his shirt.
My heart starts to hammer at the first glimpse of his naked skin. His broad chest has a scattering of dark hair and his stomach is rippled with a distinct V that disappears into his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation. This is going to be so good. He kicks his shoes off then slowly unzips his suit pants and slides them down his legs. He’s wearing tight black Calvin Klein briefs; his hard cock is just peeking above the waistband.
With his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he slides them down his legs, revealing the biggest damn dick I have ever seen. His dark pubic hair is short and well kept.
I have no words. Yes, I do.
Holy fuck.
My mouth goes dry. He’s so beautiful. He’s the perfect male specimen.
I had remembered this about him. I remembered that he was hung like a horse, but until you see it in the flesh you can’t quite put it into perspective. I thought maybe my memory had exaggerated it somehow.
Not in the least. In fact, I’m not quite sure I can take him without it tearing me in half.
My insides start to liquefy and that dull ache makes itself known. His hand drops to his cock and he gives himself three long, hard strokes. I can see every vein