“I don’t want to take you.”
With any misunderstanding out of the way, I relaxed a fraction. He stood and again undressed, this time the white undershirt joining the rest of his clothes on the chair. In a few seconds all he wore were those delightfully fitted boxers, showing the perfect outline of his rigid cock through the material.
Oh, boy. I wasn’t a one-night stand kind of woman. I never went to clubs or bars to pick up guys, I wasn’t even particularly sexual, but this man in front of me was driving me crazy. The air in the room grew stuffy, my skin chilling with the shivers coursing through my heated body.
Scanning his body up and down, I loved what I saw. Having never put much emphasis on looks, the person always more important than the skin covering their body, Yannick Ischmov, standing in front of me, was yummy. Mouth-watering. His suits hid what lay underneath. Thick, muscled thighs, a flat stomach with barely defined abs covered in this black ink which fascinated me. Strong arms, large hands. He was a capable man, very capable. I could see he groomed, thick curls of dark hair scattered his chest, subtle pink nipples beacons in the muted light. Beautiful, if a man could be such a thing, and so very far from my type.
Scooting back on the bed, I crooked a finger at him, the invitation needing no words. Quirking his lips up in a smirk, he obeyed, giving his cock a nudge to the side before following me up the bed, looking like he wanted to eat me alive. If he wanted dessert, he only needed to say the words.
Caging me in, his knees framed my waist, his arms coming up above my head so he could take hold of the headboard. With his body so close, I could feel the insane heat pouring from his skin, a flood of arousal making me close my eyes and take in a huge breath.
Yannick kissed me, like a man possessed, his tongue battling to lick every part of my mouth he could reach. He nipped, sucked, nibbled, leaving me utterly breathless by the time he drew away. Skating his hands down my neck and along my shoulders, the straps of my bra followed the command of his fingers as he peeled them down my arms.
“May I?”
“You’d better.” He’d asked. The man had actually asked, my heart floundering at the softness of his request.
My bra was gone seconds later and those thick fingers of his kneaded both my breasts together, pushing and pulling, making me squirm. Yannick sat further back without putting too much weight on me, the sight of his cock breaching the top of the elastic on his underwear bloody marvellous.
When he swooped in for another kiss, I brushed my hand against his confined erection, making his entire body jerk. He groaned into my mouth when I took a firm hold, rubbing my hand up and down slowly. Wrenching from me, his fingers pushed into the flesh of my breasts as he canted forward.
“Pull me out,” he gasped. “Please.”
God, yes. Ignoring the broken, pleading nuance of his words was insane. I slipped the front of his boxers down, his cock slapping against his belly. He wasn’t huge by any means, but impressive all the same, especially when a bead of liquid pearled at the slit. I wanted to lick it away and suck him until he cried out my name.
“You want it, Bunny?” Flicking my gaze upwards, I drowned in those dark pools of his and nodded. “Okay like this?” Another stupid nod was all I could manage. “Sure?”
“I want to taste you.” I blushed deep, surprised at how forthcoming I was.
Shifting up on his knees, he moved upwards, hesitating only for a second before wrapping a fist around his cock and stroking. “Fuck,” he growled, then gently wrapped his fingers in my hair.
Licking my lips, I opened as he angled his cock forward and rubbed the seeping fluid across my lips, pushing the head against my tongue. His legs shook either side of me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Christ, Jolie.”
Closing my mouth around him, I sucked, watching his body go rigid, feeling the fingers in my hair tighten. Bobbing forward, Yannick hissed when I swallowed what I could, half his length down my throat, the angle a little awkward. Retreating, he allowed it for a minute, then held my head still against the pillow, his cock half in my mouth.
On a grunt, he shoved inwards carefully, watching keenly. In and out he went, giving me a second or two in between to breathe but keeping a constant pace, until he pushed in deeper, my throat squeezing at the intrusion.
“Jesus. Your mouth is perfect.”
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but his praise had me holding still and giving over to the way he controlled his rhythm. Pulling out abruptly, I gasped in much needed air, spluttering while he petted my head. “More?”
“Yes,” I croaked out. Absolutely yes.
Back in he went, and even though I could sense he wanted to let go, he held back, made sure I was okay underneath him. I was no pro in the blow job department, and his concern was flattering. Pre-cum spilled in my mouth and when he growled my name low, my pussy clenched in delight.
His thrusts grew rougher. “I can’t…” Yannick stumbled out, his hips stuttering and faltering. He gripped the base of his cock and drew backward. “I need to be inside of you, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
My throat was raw, the reprieve a relief, and I found I wanted sex with Yannick more than anything else.
“Condom?”
Yannick scrambled off the bed, his hand still gripping himself while he fumbled about in the wallet he’d pulled from his jacket pocket.
