I’m hesitant at first, scared that I just overstepped, but when my mouth meets his, when his lips move in tune with mine, all of my worries fade into desire. All of my anxiety morphs into want. Need. Into anything and everything with the taste of his kiss and the smooth hardness of his chest beneath the palms of my hands.
He lets me take the lead despite the control I can feel humming just beneath the surface of his taut muscles. The minute his hands skim down the sides of my torso and his thumbs brush ever so lightly over the peaks of my breasts, I know he’s just as willing of a participant as I am in this delicate dance.
His tongue delves between my lips as his hands splay over my ass and pull me against him. Through my thin pajama bottoms and his gym shorts, there is no mistaking how hard he is, and if I said the feel of him didn’t stoke my fires even more, I’d be lying.
There is an electricity humming in my veins that’s equal parts thrill and lust and desire and I want all three to win.
His kisses are an assault in and of themselves. Soft and tender intertwined with desperate and hungry. Need and finesse edged with want and greed. Pleasurable contradictions that I am eager to explore.
One after another.
Our soft moans fill the small space as the floorboards creak beneath our feet.
“Blake.” He groans as I reach down and cup his hardness, his dick pulsing beneath my touch. The sweet, burning ache it creates between my thighs borders on painful.
He kisses his way down my neck as his fingers slip beneath my waistband and grab my hips. His caress begs for me to stay still and let him touch more of me, but when his lips close over my nipple through the fabric of my tank top, thinking coherently becomes nonexistent.
Anything but focusing on the sensations he’s evoking in me become irrelevant.
“Slade,” I murmur.
“Mmm?”
“Touch me,” I say between gasps as his lips close over my other breast and suck through the fabric.
“Oh, I’m getting there,” he says with a chuckle as he pushes me to sit on the edge of the bed, helping me pull my tank off. When the fabric breaks over my head, his cock is right in front of my face, pressing against the seam of his shorts.
Unable to resist, I tug his shorts down. When his dick springs free above the elastic band, I let out a gasp. It’s impressive by any measure, long and thick with a perfectly shaped tip, and so gloriously hard that I don’t even think twice before leaning forward and taking it between my lips.
“Oh fucking God.” The three words he half growls, half moans are just as sexy as the weight of him against my tongue.
Nothing else matters but the salty taste of Slade on my tongue and how his fingers tighten in my hair as I suction around him before I slowly slide him back out.
There’s just here. There’s just now. There’s just me saying screw the lacy boy panties, I want to be the G-string that owns every single sensation.
“Blakely.” A guttural growl as his dick swells in my mouth. “Blake.” A tightening of his fist so my hair pulls tight. “Blak—”
And before he can even get my name out, he yanks himself from my mouth and has his lips on mine. There’s a newfound hunger in his kiss. A desperation in his touch. A sense of control snapping as he pushes my pants down, moves me up the bed, and crawls over my body, his dick heavy on my lower belly as he leans over and captures my lips again.
Slade
Jesus Christ.
Seriously?
This woman is everything . . . every-fucking-thing. The way she looks at me. The way she responds to me. The way she asks how to howl at the moon one moment and then takes me by the balls the next without asking permission. The way she’s laying there with her pussy laid bare for me to do what I want with it.
“What, Slade? Don’t you want me?”
A groan slides from between my lips at the innocent tone coming from that body of hers that was made for sin.
“Oh, I want you, all right,” I murmur as I let my fingertips trail over the tips of her breasts, her nipples tightening in reaction. “But I need to know this is what you want. I know you’ve been drinking, and I want to make sure this isn’t the alcohol talking and you’ll regret this in the morning.”
“I’d be too self-conscious to do this with you sober.” She chuckles as she slides her hands over her chest and plays with her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.
“Why?” I lean down and gently tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. “You’re gorgeous and stunning and put all the other women out there tonight to shame.”
“Kiss me, Slade.”
I lean forward and slip my tongue between her lips, a trace of the wine still there, but everything else is pure Blakely. She’s sweet and warm and everything that makes me harder than I thought possible.
“When I fuck you, Blakely, I want you to remember every damn second of it. Each touch.” My fingertips skim over the top of her slit. “Each kiss.” I capture her gasp with my lips. “Every goddamn sensation.” I let my teeth scrape over the nipples her hands are holding in place for me. “And yes, I want to fuck you. Desperately. But I need to know your yes is because you want to and not because of liquid courage.”
It was a valiant effort on my part to try to be the good guy. I was trying to give her the opportunity to blame it on the alcohol or claim she was caught up in the moment and isn’t sure she wants this.
Because I sure as hell do.
She bites
