Page 46 of Rim Job

He moves my hand away, rests it in my lap then he places his hand on the arm of my chair and leans in. I hold my breath.

Oh shit, shit, shit. I bet I have chocolate cake in my teeth. Great. Just great.

His thumb rubs against my lip—a brief touch before he leans in and kisses me. This kiss, it’s slow, sensual, right. My arms drape around his neck of their own accord. I’m lost as fireworks explode behind my eyes. He deepens the kiss, and I’m a goner. His tongue sweeps against mine. His hand tangles in my hair, and my skin prickles. This, this is how you give a kiss. I let go of any doubts and live for the moment. I pull him in closer and kiss him back with an all-consuming passion.

“Fuuuck,” he drags out the word as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “Tell me you're okay with this. Tell me not to stop.”

He nips at my bottom lip, eliciting a moan filled with lust.

“Please, please don't ever stop,” I beg as I pull his mouth back to mine. Damn this man can kiss. He kisses like it's his job, and he is so damn good at his job. My plea must ignite something within him because the next thing I know, Rim wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me from the chair to stand.

“Christina, I want this to be slow, sweet, and memorable, but I can't promise that this time. I want you too much.”

Oh, hell. Has anything ever sounded better?No. No, it has not.

“Just shut up and fuck me, already.”

He laughs like I've just said the funniest thing in the world.

“Dude, I'm not kidding. I've had one hell of a dry spell, and the only sex in my sex desert happened when I was too drunk to really remember it.”

He cups my chin, looks into my eyes, and says the words every woman wants to hear from the sexiest man they've ever seen. “If you were mine, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. I wouldn't keep my hands, lips, or tongue off you. I'd try every position known to man and possibly a few that have yet to be named.”

My heart flips.

Christ.

He leans in and brushes the barest of kisses to my lips. “Maybe you don't remember our first time. I'm truly sorry for that. I promise you right here and now, you will never forget the second time. Ever. Now wife, let's get to our room before we create a spectacle here in the garden.”

I shiver in his hold, the good kind. My husband is about to bring his A game.I can’t believe how quickly he is, in fact, wooing me.

On the way to our room, we stop every few feet to kiss, grope, laugh. My head is spinning, high on euphoria and lust. Maybe, just maybe, a little dash of hope. Hope that my growing feelings aren't misplaced. Hope that whatever this is or can become, he feels it too.

His lips track the column of my neck as the door to our room swings shut behind us with the help of a swift push of Rim's foot. He presses me up against the door. The weight of his body settles into my bones.

“I want to devour you,” he says as his hand trails up the inside of my thigh.

I crush my mouth to his. My heart pounds against my ribs, and blood rushes in my ears. My hands tremble as I cup his face. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. His hand meets the apex of my thighs, and I push my body harder into his, trying to drive his hand to where I need it most.

I grab his wrist and direct his motion.

“Damn,” he moans. “That's sexy, baby.”

His fingers find their mark. Bliss. This is sheer bliss. My breath comes in bursts, timed with his fingers. Colors erupt behind my eyelids as he drives me higher, and higher still. The rhythm of his press and pull draws my orgasm near.

“Just like that. Please, don't stop.”

My words spur him on, and he works harder to drive me over the edge. The pressure builds like waves, battering my entire body.

“Rim.” One word, a praise, a plea—it's all I manage to utter in my boneless state. Before I can fully come back to Earth, his fingers tug at the buttons of my blouse.

“You drive me insane.” Rim fumbles with my buttons a few moments before just ripping my blouse open. Pearly buttons bounce about the room.

“Holy crap! I thought that only happened in movies and porn.”

Rim chuckles against the flesh of my chest in between kisses. “You watch porn?” he asks, not missing a beat in pulling my skirt down and helping me step out of it.

“Uh, yeah!” I yank at his belt. “It's where I find my best moves.”

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