Page 40 of All the Promises We Break

I can hear the click of the switch and the light behind me grows dim. “Do you want me to turn the chairs around so we can watch from there?” he asks.

I slide the barn door back. My hair that was back in a tie is now down over my shoulders. I’ve traded my T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers for a pink lace baby-doll nightgown that ends just below my hip. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

He freezes at the sound of my voice and the sight of my costume change. “Fucking hell, Viper. What are you doing?”

“If you have to ask then I’m not doing my job. I want you to take off your shoes and socks then come to me.”

At first I think he’s going to protest, but then his smirk gives him away. He slips out of his sneakers then balls his socks to the corner of the room. “Is this a Dom thing or you’re simply in charge? Either answer is totally fine with me, dressed like that.”

I giggle a bit. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“I feel many things right now.”

“Good. Come here.”

We meet each other halfway in front of the lounge chairs. I tug on the waistband of his jeans, pulling him into a kiss. His hands rise up into my hair and take hold. I pull open the button and tug his zipper slowly down. With free access to his abs, my hands slide under his white T-shirt and explore over his skin.

“What do you have in mind?” he whispers.

“Have a seat.” My hands on his torso give me just the right leverage to push him to sit in the chair with a moonlit spotlight. I slide the ottoman out of the way with the side of my foot. Leaning in, his skin calls my lips. I kiss first the right side of his neck, then the left.

His eyes are on me in various ways. I can feel them follow me as I move. The angle of my body gives him an obvious place to land. I don’t mind. That was the purpose of the teasing treat. My hands rest on his knees as I sway my hips slightly back and forth.

His fingers caress across my collarbone. They drag down to catch the flimsy fabric over my breasts and hold on. I drop to a squat between his legs. I start to hear a track of the sexiest songs I know in my head. They’re only fanning my desire. Now it’s time to fan his.

Elijah

Some women have to try to be sexy. Dylanisjust sexy. The curves of her shape, the tone of her voice, the thoughts in her head… her intent. Everything about her turns me on. Her hands on my knees make my legs tremble, at least I feel them that way.

I rub my foot against the back of her calf. She rotates, twists, and turns at my feet like she’s in a dance. Dylan is living up to her Viper name. She’s commanding me to follow her serpentine sorcery. I’ll gladly submit. “I want to see you. Take your shirt off,” Dylan requests. I grab from the center of my back and pull slowly forward. I let it drop ceremoniously from my fingers behind her body.

Her lips never move, but her eyes smile. She tilts her head softly to her left. Dylan’s fingers glide lightly over the apple of her cheek and to the center of her forehead. She laces her fingers full of her gorgeous blonde hair, pulling it to one side. It billows over her left arm leaving my sightline completely free.

Her tongue slips out and coats her lips. I’d like to think she’s contemplating her next move, but I’m not fooled. She’s had this road map charted for a long time. Dylan folds the open sides of my jeans back and begins an assault of kisses that would bring any man to his knees if he wasn’t already sitting.

She encompasses my navel with her pouty lips and begins to suckle softly. I inhale so deep I can see her rise with my breath. She looks up at me through her long lashes as she lines my last ribs with clear gloss imprints. Her fingers strum the waistband of my boxer briefs like the keys of a piano.

Music, I think, has always filled her soul. Tonight, I’m her dance floor, her instrument, her muse. “Eli. Lift up.”

Those four syllables come at me in the sweetest staccato. I press my hands down on the arms of the chair and give her the inches she needs. The remainder of my clothing slides effortlessly at Dylan’s direction from my body. The wall of windows behind us is leaving us open to the world. Now I’m open to her.

She rests slowly back on her heels in a prayer pose. Her head rolls subtly from right to left as the arch in her back grows. I can see the pulse in her neck become more visible. She’s preparing to strike. Foreplay with this woman is as deep of a religious experience as making love is.

Her attention is given to the inside of my thighs. With her fingers resembling the most delicate of paintbrushes, she strokes her first color on the left then at the last moment, she switches to the right. Her eyes follow along. She’s reading the story my body is telling.

There’s no mistaking how much I desire her. The next chapter begins with the gentle combination of her lips and tongue. They dot along the tops of my legs. The farther she reaches with her mouth, the closer her whole body becomes to me.

The fabric of her nightgown draping across my skin is a second layer of skill. She knows just how to move to give maximum tension between us.Just go there, Viper. Fuck, just go there.

Dylan pulls my hand free from their tufted grip to touch her. I run my thumbs across the shadowed outlines of her nipples. She lets her head drop back so the rest of her is arched toward me. Iwant to taste her, but before I can do little more than graze her skin, she presses my body back in place and ghosts the head of my cock with her glorious lips.

I know I stop breathing for a few seconds while that first electric connection vibrates in and through my entire body. She follows with turning me into her own personal brand of dessert. Her tongue rides the vein from base to tip. While creasing my skin with her nails, she captures me. In a bit of an involuntary motion, I comb through her hair over and over with my fingers. It’s something I know she loves, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t one of my favorite pleasures.

She floats with ease, up and down my shaft. Seconds of tension in her lips, a graze here and there with her teeth, her hands massaging my legs. This stunning, sensual woman is creating a new level of seduction. She’s perfect.

My groans and moans of appreciation only spur her on. Her head bobs in controlled chaos. When someone loves to give as much as they receive, you know you’ve found the perfect lover. I forget I’m tugging on her hair and not the fabric of the chair. Dylan doesn’t seem to mind. I match the rattle in her chest note for note.

I sigh, “Viper… God.”

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