He’s never talked to me this way before. It’s so dirty, so forbidden, and I fucking love it.
I slide my hands up into his hair, destroying any semblance of style that it had, and burying my fingers in, scratching at his scalp. We are both still fully clothed, but I’ve never felt so raw, so wanted, in my entire life.
“Don’t you still want that?” I ask, moving my hips slightly, trying to find a bit of friction against his thigh.
“Fuck yeah, I do, but that was before I got to know you as a human, Sawyer. Before I saw how beautiful you are on the inside as well as the outside, and now, I just want to worship at your fucking feet.”
He grips each of my ass cheeks and hoists me into the air. Thank God for the slit in my dress giving me the access I need to wrap my thighs around his strong body. My center is pressed right above his belt, and the apparent sex-starved animal I am begins to grind up against his hard abdomen. Each move sends a tingle down my legs and my toes curl into my still worn pumps.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groans into my neck, then leans back to look at me.
“But what a way to go.” I roll my lips together then smile.
He spins us around to hold me up against one of the four posts of the bed. The wood is thick and smooth against my skin. He angles his hips to anchor me so he can free up his hands to shed his jacket with my help. I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the skin where my ass and thigh meet.
Fuck, he’s big.
“You’re still shaking,” he says, as he pushes some hair from my face. “Put your hands on my chest.” I place my hands in the center of this chest and I can feel his heart positively racing under my touch. “Feel me. Feel what you make me feel.”
“I’m shaking from nerves, from adrenaline, and because I want you so badly my body is on fire. Every nerve ending I have is awake and pulsing. I’ve never felt this before,” I tell him softly. Not able to produce much of a sound at all. All of my energy is going to the feelings in my body.
I’ve also never talked this much during sex. I’ve never been so open and honest about what it’s making me feel and the things I want. Every sexual partner I’ve ever had has been decent, don’t get me wrong, but there was never this... palpable energy between us.
Our words are foreplay as much as our actions are.
“Neither have I,” he tells me.
Our lips and tongues dance together while I make work of his tie, yanking it free, and tossing it somewhere onto the floor where his jacket and his belt soon join the pile. My hands are trembling with excitement and eagerness when I lower his zipper and reach inside of his slacks to grip him tightly.
His cock is thick and his skin is velvety. I slide my nail over a vein that runs down the side then curl my fingers around him and give him a gentle tug.
“Jesus, fuck,” he groans out, reaching up to anchor himself on the post above my head.
I slide my thumb across the slit in the tip and swirl the bead of moisture over the head then begin to stroke him slowly. My core is throbbing more and more with each guttural groan from his lips into my ear. It’s like I’ve developed a second heartbeat between my legs.
His mouth is on my neck, biting and sucking, hopefully leaving marks on me that will never fade. I could do this all day long. There is something so powerful about having a man in your hands and hearing him moan because of you and something you’re doing to him.
He starts to rock his hips forward and back, fucking my fist. My free hand is resting at the crown of his head, holding his face in the crook of my neck, and I turn my face toward his so I bite and kiss the shell of his ear.
“Fuuuuck,” he growls loudly, before taking a step back and tossing me on to the bed. I land with a bounce in the middle, but I quickly sink into the soft, feathery blankets and pillows.
He’s standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me with one hand on each of the posts by my feet. His cock is now free, jutting out powerfully from the opening in his pants, and his hair is complete mess from my hands.
He looks downright delectable.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, as I slide my legs together, unable to sit still. The wetness from my body is coating my inner thighs.
“I was about to come. I didn’t want to come in your hands.”
“What did you want instead?” My voice is low and my eyes are locked on him as I push up onto my elbows. My hair is cascading down my back like a chestnut waterfall.
A wicked grin spreads across his face. He then rids himself of one cuff link, then the other, and starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt before it is discarded somewhere on the floor.
His body is unreal with muscles in all the right places, and abs I can’t wait to slide my tongue across. There is a smattering of hair that starts at his navel and disappears behind his zipper, and I know it leads directly to his very impressive dick. He looks like he was plucked right out of a woman’s fantasy and placed here in front of me, and by some type of sorcery, he wants me
