Page 18 of Six Wishes

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My eyes are going up and down his insanely tall body, the fittest body I have ever seen in real life. When he disappears from view, I sigh in disappointment.

It sounds like a herd of elephants is running through the house when I hear him rushing back to the entrance of the house, then runs back to where he left me.

He walks back in and I see that he is holding everything I was wearing when we got here. He places each item neatly on the dresser next to his t-shirt. I am thrown off when I notice his smirk as he fingers my bikini bottoms.

With a completely devious look, he starts walking toward me.

“Chloe,” he touches the side of my face and it’s making me shiver. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” I can’t believe he is not quitting the pickup lines while I’m standing completely naked in front of him. “Or should I walk out and come back in?” he whispers in my ear, then latches onto my earlobe, his teeth sinking lightly into my skin.

I want to laugh at his once again horrible pickup line, but I can’t. I am so into him, I want his hands all over my body. Now.

“Van, stop teasing me,” I roll my eyes and push my breasts against his naked chest. My head falls back and my eyes close. My hands come up and touch each side of his waist, trying to pull him closer to me.

“Nuh-uh,” Van grabs me by the wrists and holds them tightly together in front of me. “I told you not to move.”

My eyes snap open in surprise. The way Van is looming over me is getting me so hot for him. I have never been with anyone as tall as him. And I always told myself, and others, that my height didn’t bother me, but deep down I was pretty self conscious of it. I felt like a giant next to most guys. I didn’t know they were making them big like Van is.

I feel his hands moving, grabbing my lower arms, and when I look down, I realize that Van has tied my wrists together. With my bikini bottoms.

“Wha…” I start but he cuts me off by slamming his mouth over mine. I open my mouth on instinct, and his tongue swoops in. The growl leaving the back of his throat vibrates all the way into my chest.

The palm of his hand applying pressure on my chest brings me back to reality. Our lips part with a faint suction like noise, and I don’t want him to go. My mouth follows his until, all of a sudden, I lose my balance and fall on my back. I almost yelp in surprise when my head hits the soft mattress.

“Chloe,” he gently grabs the bikini bottoms wrapped around my wrists and lifts my arms above my head, then slides down my body. His lips come impossibly close to the smooth skin of my pussy, and if the sounds coming out of him are anything to go by, he approves. I got into the habit of getting waxed, makes life a lot easier when I put a bathing suit on.

“Don’t move your hands,” he whispers in the quiet room just as the tip of his tongue touches the hood of my clit. I jump in shock, and my hands almost fly down to his head. I stop myself just in time and he gives me a wink of approval.

I have no idea why the idea of pleasing him is getting me as hot as it does, but here we are.

“Good girl,” he praises me out loud, and I want him to say it again.

My thighs rubbing together as he keeps on teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue is driving me crazy. I want more. I need more.

“Beautiful Chloe,” he runs his tongue over my mound, then slowly moves up to my belly button.

My stomach dips with every breath I take. It’s like I have been running for miles just to get to this moment. Like I’ve been chasing this moment for my entire life.

When his mouth starts moving up toward the middle of my chest, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind, it’s taking everything in me not to drop my hands to his head and hold him to me. My fingers grab onto the comforter underneath me and hold on for dear life.

I have reached the point where I am prepared to beg. Especially when I feel Van’s warm breath hovering above my right nipple. He gets closer, and closer, moving so damn slow, I’d bash him upside the head if I could.

And that’s when everything changes.

The doorbell echoes a long ring throughout the house, like the person pushing it is keeping their finger pressed on it.

I jump in distress, which only serves to push my breast into Van’s waiting mouth. We both moan in pleasure. My thighs open wide to accommodate his erection against my pussy, and he continues lapping at my breast.

I have completely forgotten about the possible visitor at the door, hoping that they left, when Van moves to my other breast, and I could weep with joy.

“You are so amazing,” he whispers just as he shoves two fingers inside my pussy. The move feels abrupt and unexpected. Air leaves my body with every move he makes inside of me. “I love your body,” his lips come to my mouth, and he is finally kissing me like I need him to.

There is so much passion in the way our tongues duel back and forth. Van removes his fingers from inside of my pussy and brings both arms above my head, his fingers keeping my tied wrists completely immobilized. His entire length is lined up with mine and this might very well be the most erotic moment of my life to date.

With a motion of his hips, he signals for me to spread my legs, which I am more than happy to.

“Tell me this is okay,” Van mumbles against my mouth just as the tip of his cock starts penetrating the tight opening of my pussy.

I feel like he prepped me enough, while at the same time I feel like I am too tight and he may hurt me when he really starts going in.

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