I was planning. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was planning yet. All I knew was that I wanted to surprise him in a special way.
“Right this way then.” He gestured for me to precede him, but I shook my head.
“Nope, you’re the tour guide. You get to lead. I’ll follow.” A plan was also slowly coming together in my head and I needed him to be in front for it to work.
He frowned at me but then shrugged and beckoned for me to follow him. Hopefully, his bedroom would be included in this tour. Otherwise, my plan might not work.
When we started going deeper into the apartment, I quickly shrugged out of my jacket and left it at the entryway to the living area. As we went along, I quietly shed a piece of clothing at every door.
A few rooms in, he turned to look at me just as my jeans hit the floor. I hadn’t been wearing many items of clothing, so I was kind of down to my panties already. Shame. I wanted to be naked by the time he realized.
“What are you doing?” he breathed, desire suddenly burning in his eyes as they slowly trailed down the length of my almost-naked body. He wasn’t even trying to hide the need anymore, obviously having realized I hadn’t been serious about having a drink and some singing.
“I’m leaving a trail of the only breadcrumbs I could think of,” I said innocently, batting my eyelashes and spinning a lock of hair around my finger. “This place is huge. I might never find my way out again.”
“If I ever let you out,” he said darkly, his pupils dilating as his lids become heavier. “Leave the panties on. I want to be the one to take them off. We didn’t even get to that part last time.”
His voice was rougher and lower than usual. A shiver of anticipation traveled through me and settled right at the apex between my thighs. Soon, I hoped I’d be hearing that raspy, needy voice crying out my name.
I gave him a sassy smile and propped a hand on my hip. “If memory serves, we didn’t get that far because someone couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Someone, huh?” His gaze zeroed in on me, keeping me rooted to the spot while he stalked me with all the grace and patience of a jungle cat. “That’s funny because I only remember one of us begging that day.”
“Was that what turned you on so badly you couldn’t even wait long enough to take my panties off?”
“Nope. It wasn’t the begging. It was just you.” He dropped to his knees when he reached me, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin of my thighs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do it right this time.”
“You got it pretty damn right last time too,” I whispered. My mouth was suddenly too dry to speak.
He ignored my compliment and brought his hands up to join his mouth, dragging his fingertips all the way up the length of my thighs, then around to trace the bottom of my ass before he started all over again.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmured, releasing a ragged breath.
Suddenly, he was on his feet again but only for as long as it took to walk me backward until I was against the wall. He sank back down to his knees and spread my legs until his broad shoulders fit between them.
Slowly hooking his fingers into the elastic of my panties, he started rolling them down my legs. The fabric stung at times when it dug into my skin on account of how wide my legs were open, but I didn’t mind. The tiny bites of pain even kind of made the whole scene that much sexier.
Once I was completely exposed to him, he let out a low moan that made me wobble on my feet. As always though, Chris was right there when I needed him.
Without skipping a beat, he circled my hips with one arm to anchor me. “Hang onto my shoulders if you need to baby, but I’m making you come before we take one more step.”
“Jesus.” I gasped when he buried his gorgeous face in my pussy and started eating me out with no further words, warning, or hesitation.
He knew what he wanted and knew I was willing to give it to him. Licking me in a skilled, gentle way that only a man who really knew what he was doing could do, he had