Page 51 of About Love and Revenge

This is real.

Our game has started and I'm too excited to even think about denying him.

I reach my hands behind my back to open my dress.

When my breasts are bare, he doesn't even give me a second to think, pulling me to him as his hungry lips seize my nipple.

“Sweet Jesus!”

He alternates sucking with light bites, and I start to float.

I wasn't joking earlier today. I'm really not wearing panties, because the lines would show through this dress; now, the gap between my thighs is soaked.

Without any shame, I put my hand between my legs.

I need to lift the dress all the way to my hips to gain access, and when my fingers reach my wetness, I throw my head back, totally given over to the stimulating medley of having my breast sucked at the same time as I touch myself.

He stops what he's doing and pushes me away.

I know he's watching as I touch myself, but I don't care one bit. I need to enjoy it.

“I wanna taste you.”His voice sounds hoarse but demanding, and I melt, totally surrendering to lust. He takes my fingers and brushes them with his lips, but it doesn't seem to be enough because he grabs my wrist and sucks on them. “I'm going to end up getting addicted to you, Elina.”

He kisses me, and I can taste myself in his mouth. The act is lascivious and fills me with so much desire that I touch myself again.

“No, let me do it.”He pulls my fingers away, and when his massive hand replaces mine, I almost lose consciousness. “So hot. You have no idea how wild I am to get lost in your body.”

I ride his hand. It's delicious to feel him massaging my clit while his middle finger tries to invade me. I feel an orgasm approaching at breakneck speed, but before I can get my release, he's laid me on the couch, parting my legs. He places my thighs on his shoulders and kisses my sex the same way he kisses my mouth. His tongue possesses me without asking permission.

I squirm, desperate, needy. I grab his hair, begging for more, untilmy entire body begins to vibrate like a musical instrument, which he is the expert at playing.

It's hard to keep my eyes open. There are too many sensations to process at once, but when he towers over me, I force myself to face him.

He has his elbows on either side of me, and his mouth is still wet from my recent orgasm. I feel his erection where our bodies meet, and my desire is still as hot as it was a few minutes ago, but it's the intensity of his gaze that holds me.

He lowers his head and just brushes our lips.

He pulls back again to look at me and then bites my chin.

I touch his face. I love feeling his square jaw with my fingertips. I'm starting to get used to the warmth of his skin.

“Are you going to behave until I get back?”

I nod because right now I don't have the strength to deny him anything.

“So tame. So if I want you to be a good girl, I have to make you come, angel?”

I get upset that he's taking advantage of my surrender, and I try to get up.

“Shhh...I'm kidding. I have to constantly remind myself that my woman is a wildcat ready to pounce.”

I don't respond to the provocation, because I really don't want to start a fight. “I won't be able to taste you too?”

“Not today. If we start, there's not the slightest chance I'll be satisfied quickly.” He lifts me up in his arms and carries me to my bed, then he takes off my shoes and the rest of my dress.

I'm completely naked but not shy at all. Seeing the desire on his face gives me the confidence to show myself to him. I can sense the indecision dividing him, and I'm glad to know he wants me just as desperately as I do him.

“Don't go out without security. Remember what we talked about?”

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