Need and lust swam in those Bambi eyes and with every touch he watched her head further down the path of insanity. He'd driven her insane before; on multiple occasions. But this? This was something different. Something more. He kept waiting for his own need to kick into overdrive and just Bend her over and fuck her senseless…but something in him didn't want just that this time. What he wanted was to savor her body; to worship it; cherish it. He didn't know what the fuck that meant, nor did he really want to know. Everything he wanted (and needed) at the moment was there within the confines of her lowly lit bedroom with dark eyes imploring him to give her more.
Big nudged the blue straps down on her shoulders, letting it fall away from her chest. His eyes stared heatedly at the reflection of her perfect breasts all golden skinned and round and soft, with rock hard peaks in dusky pink. Her pert little ass shimmied and pressed back against his arousal as his name rolled pleadingly off her tongue. "Patience, baby," he murmured softly, nipping at her shoulder, running his knuckles on the underside of her breast before capturing one turgid peak between them, pinching lightly.
She determined, as she reached up and stroked the side of his face, that he was hell Bent on taking her out for a leisurely Sunday drive. Destination: the brink of madness. Not that she minded. It was just—different than it usually was between them. But it was a good different, she thought. Part of her wondered what brought out this side of him, but then his fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties and all thought dissipated in her brain. He was so close to where she craved him. "Mmm," she hummed, spreading her thighs apart in anticipation.
"What do you want, Alisha?" he asked knowingly as his finger ghosted over the blue horseshoe on the front. His other hand palmed at her breasts, pulling at her nipples the way he knew she loved. She bowed back, arching her chest into his hand, filling it more fully with soft flesh. "Tell me," he said lowly, grazing his lips behind her ear and along her jaw.
Her eyes rolled back and she fisted a hand in his hair, holding his mouth steady. "Your hand," she breathed. "Touch me."
"I am touching you," he grinned, stroking his hand down the valley between her breasts for emphasis. "See?" His other hand moved up over her abdomen, decidedly away from where she wanted him most. (And where he longed to be, and would be soon.) Alisha's eyes snapped open and latched heatedly onto his in the mirror. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "You're gorgeous," he said flatly, gesturing toward the mirror with his head. "This is what I see every time I look at you."
"Jake—"
The breathy way she moaned his given name (for the third time) rapidly frayed the last tether he had on his self-control. "Goddammit!" he swore quietly, turning her in his arms and dipped his head, capturing her lips with his. He wasn't good with words and the ones he'd said so far tonight left him feeling completely stripped bare. The only thing he knew how to do was this, and even now it threw everything off kilter because it was so fucking different than it had ever been before. He willed his brain to shut the hell up already. So his arms circled her waist and lifted her off the floor, carrying her over to the bed.
Alisha's breath caught as laid her gently down on the mattress. She shifted up to her elbows when he pulled back and watched him quickly tug off his shirt and shed his jeans. He stared down at her with such intensity that it made her blood beat; her tongue darted out and slowly wet her lips. God, she needed to be with him.
Big crawled on to the bed and leaned in to kiss her, felt her hands cradle the sides of his face as her lips grew urgent under his and he lowered her back against the pillows. Supporting his weight on his arms, he looked down at all of that dark hair fanned out over white linen and the wanton look in her eyes. Beautiful, he thought again. "Fuck, I want you," he bit out.
A flirty smile curved over her lips and she stroked his cheek with her thumb. "So have me," she sighed dreamily.
It was all the invitation he needed. Smirking, he kissed the underside of her jaw and slid his lips unhurriedly down in a lazy exploration of her body. Pausing to draw a puckered peak into his hot mouth, he swirled and flicked his tongue over it, grinning against her breast when she arched and moaned against him.
He still wasn't where she was burning for him and it was driving her crazy. "Please," she begged, bucking her hips up desperately.
His tongue trailed languidly down her stomach, circling her belly button, and he reached his hand between her thighs and cupped mound, finding her panties already soaking wet. "Dammit, Alisha," he choked gruffly, shifting further down on the bed to give her pussy the attention it deserved. Hooking his
