I must fight this overwhelming attraction. This whole situation is getting out of hand.
With a deep inhale, I throw my last jab. “That makes you a manwhore.”
“No, sweet cheeks.” He chuckles against my lips and my sex quivers. “That makes me an expert. Right now, all I want is to feel your lips around my shaft.” Oh, fuck! I want that even though I despise the man. I steel my spine when his mouth brushes mine. He adds, “I want to have you beg for your orgasms than wail my name when I gift you what you never knew you needed.”
His lips cover my mouth and I welcome his tongue rubbing against mine as I fist his hair and pull at it. I moan in surrender as we deepen the kiss.
It’s not like either of us is looking for a happily-ever-after. I can enjoy a night of satisfied-for-now and kiss him goodbye tomorrow morning.
6
WES
Isuck her tongue, drinking our moans. When I come up for air, I drag her lower lip between my teeth. Locking eyes with her, I read the same fire that burns me. I need her words though.
“What do you want?”
“Release,” she offers, without hesitation.
I nod, take a step back, and scan her heaving chest, round hips, and shapely legs. With its fitted waist and knee-length hemline, her dress was designed to highlight her figure.
“Strip,” I demand.
Her chin and eyebrow lift. “No.”
Her voice lacks the conviction to accomplish the challenge she might have intended.
I cross my arms and smile. “Despite the sexy effect your dress causes, it’s not made for sex. I don’t repeat myself, but I’ll make an exception for you.” I tilt my head and lower my voice to a growl. “Strip.”
She huffs, but her eyes round. A defiant submissive. I live for that kind of combination. With trembling fingers, she finds the zipper under her right armpit and pulls the metal down to her hip. Holding my gaze, she allows the silk to caress her skin on its way down to create a navy-blue pool of sparkly sequins around her feet.
My erection twitches against the confines of my wool pants as I take in the round breasts the lacy bra hugs and the small triangle hiding her sex from my hunger.
Gliding my tongue over my lips, I stretch my hand out and she grabs it. I guide her to a circular sofa in the middle of the room, pressing a hand on her shoulder. The burgundy velvet upholstery frames her creamy skin to perfection when she leans back and waits.
Sinking to my knees in front of her and resting my hands on her knees, I praise, “Such a good submissive.”
Maria knits her eyebrows as darkness fills her blue eyes. “I’m not into kink.”
Her muscles tense under my palms. She’s not playing hard to get. For a heartbeat, I probe her stare for the truth and come up empty-handed. Except for the evidence that some past trauma still haunts her.
“You aren’t into kink anymore or never have been?”
She sighs. “Does it matter?”
It does. I can’t put a finger on the reasons why I want to know all about this woman. Yet there’s no point in telling her that if I don’t understand it myself.
“Not really,” I reply, shaking my head. With a wink, I add, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” When her muscles relax, I squeeze her knees, withdraw my fingers, and grunt, “Spread your legs for me. Show me how ready you are.”
Her sharp intake of air is as telling as the goosebumps raising the soft hairs on her arms. I never promised not to tease her. I zero in on the flesh she reveals to me. The dark patches on her panties denounce her and beckon me. I did promise to make her beg, though. I clench my teeth and ignore my pulsing cock.
I drape her left leg over my shoulder and plant wet kisses up the soft inside of her thigh. She squirms, moans, and throws her right leg over my other shoulder. She crosses her ankles. I bypass the lace covering her core and continue my exploration on her opposite thigh.
“No,” she murmurs, and I freeze. Looking up from where my lips touch her skin, I find her frowning down at me. “Need release. Now.”
Her breathy words connect to a side of me I didn’t know I had. A primitive impulse to own her takes me aback and I gasp. At the same time, my heart jiggles at the realization she can’t manage complete sentences. As if to confirm her state of mind, Maria digs her high heels into my back, pulling me toward her sex.
I oblige, gliding my nose along her thigh and inhaling her scent. When I get to her entrance, we moan.