Page 36 of Drama Queen

I open my eyes and watch as he kneels between my legs and places his hands on my jeans-clad thighs, spreading them wider. His eyes find mine as he presses his face against my centre and inhales deeply. I don’t need to see my face to know I have gone redder than a tomato at his action.

“Fucking perfection. Better than any perfume,” he says.

He lowers his mouth to my covered core and gently nips me through my clothes. My hips launch off the tabletop.

“I need to taste you, Aria. Please say you will let me.”

I’m so overwhelmed I don’t say anything.

“I am literally on my knees, and I’m not above begging right now, but say you don’t want this, and we can stop.”

I lift my hips, pushing myself towards his face, hoping he will take the hint. I don’t think I can speak right now.

“Your words. I need to hear you say you want this.”

“Yes, Anders. Yes, to everything. Please, I need you.” My voice sounds so unlike my own, deeper, softer.

His hands make quick work of the button and fly on my jeans, and he stands to pull them down my legs. His eyes zoom in on the black lace panties, and I am a little worried he can see how wet they are. He gently grabs the sides and slides them down my legs, too, baring me to him completely. I don’t have a chance to feel embarrassed by my nakedness before he is back on his knees, yanking me towards him so my ass is on the very edge of the table.

He puts my feet on his shoulders one at a time, kissing each ankle, then opens me up to him. I go up on my elbows to watch as he slowly kisses and nips his way up my leg, stopping right at the apex before switching sides to do the same up the other leg. I can’t catch my breath, and my skin is too tight, too hot.

I squirm a little and his eyes shoot to mine at the movement. His gaze stays locked on me as he lowers his face and blows lightly on my pussy. I whimper and he smirks. He lowers his eyes to his prize again, and he leans in to give my centre a long, slow lick.

“Fucking nirvana.”

I am about to laugh at his words, but all thoughts completely escape me as his mouth locks onto my centre and he does exactly what he promised. He devours me. My head drops back, and my elbows give way. I can’t do anything but feel, and it is almost too much, but not enough at the same time. His long, languorous licks speed up in time with my breathing, and his occasional dipinto my entrance has my legs trying to clamp around his ears. My whole upper body jolts off the table as he latches onto my clit and sucks, hard.

“FUCK!” I shout.

I can feel his smug grin against me, but he doesn’t let go, just alternates between sucking and fluttering his tongue against my clit. I feel a finger at my entrance, and as he slides the digit into me, I shatter.

Twelve

I don’t knowhow long I lie on the table, trying to catch my breath, but eventually I feel Anders leaning over me. I open my eyes and look up at him.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispers. “I was starting to get a little worried I might have broken you.”

He grabs my hands and pulls gently, helping me to sit up, then steps in close between my legs again.

“Not yet.” I chuckle softly. “But I’m not sure my legs will work.”

With a smug grin, he wraps my arms around his neck, then grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me off the table. I lean in and kiss him, letting the heat tell him what I want next. He breaks the kiss before I am ready, and I let out a little whimper of displeasure, eliciting a chuckle from deep in his chest. I look into his eyes and see the question there.

“Upstairs?” I ask.

He nods, but doesn’t put me down, choosing to carry me instead. I take full advantage and nuzzle into his neck, licking and nipping at his skin playfully as he walks us up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He smiles down at me as he places me gently on the bed. Walking to the end, he undoes the fastening on his pants, and drops them. His length springs free, standing tall and proud, the end flushed with crimson.

“We don’t have to do anything else, Aria,” he says, seeing where my focus is. “I just want to hold you without anything between us. But that is enough for me.”

He walks around the other side of his large bed and lies down on top of the covers beside me. I roll onto my side and put my hand on his cheek. He turns his face into my hand, kissing my palm.

“And what if I want more?”

His eyes shoot to mine, blazing. “Then I will give you the world for the honour, but you know we don’t have to, right? I am so happy you let me give you one first tonight.”

“Hemight disagree about not wanting more.” I smirk, nodding down at his cock, which juts out towards me eagerly. It twitches at my gaze. Interesting. I reach for it, but he quickly grabs my wrist, stopping me. I look up at him sheepishly.

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