Page 82 of Loving You

“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes locking on my lace bra. “I’ve thought about the day I’d get to see these, but hell, the lace that’s letting your pink nipples play peekaboo is even better than I dreamed.”

“So, take it off and see them bare,” I say before I can change my mind.

I want him to touch me. I want him to own me. Whatever he wants to give me right now, I’m going to take it.

“Fuck,” he groans again. “I’m so hard for you that if you keep saying things like that, I’m going to come in my jeans, and I don’t want to do that. Not until I get between your legs and taste how sweet you are.”

Oh, lord. I’ve never been with a man who talks like this.

“Tell me what to do,” I whisper, and he pauses.

“You want me to boss you around?”

“In bed, yes,” I smirk. “Please.”

His eyes close, and the noise that comes from the back of his throat is as much a turn-on as the way he’s holding my hips.

Like there’s nothing that could make him let go.

In an instant, those hands slide down my legs, grip the back of my thighs, and lift me.

I squeak as I wrap my hands around his neck to hold on.

He turns and presses me to the wall, his hips thrusting forward as his hands busy themselves unclipping and removing my bra. Then his mouth sucks on my right nipple, hard.

“Oh, god,” I breathe and claw at the back of his head to find some kind of relief.

He moves to the other breast, and it only makes me scratch at him more.

When he’s had enough of me like this, he lowers me to the bed. I expect him to move me to the middle or crawl over me, which is what I want. I so badly want to feel him against me. I want to know how much I turn him on. Is it as much as he does me? I need to know.

Instead, he drops to his knees, tugging my legs until my ass sits at the edge of the bed.

“Lift your hips,” he commands, and I obey.

He peels my clothes from my body until I’m bare in front of him.

He spreads my legs wide and then hums.

“You look so pretty soaking wet for me. Did I do that to you?” he asks and then blows on me.

It sends a shiver through my body, and I swear I could come without him touching me. Just knowing he’s looking at me and talking to me this way … fuck. It’s so hot.

“Answer me,” he says, removing his hands from their task of holding me open to him.

“Yes!” I shout, desperate for him to touch me again.

His hands return and slowly, on each inner thigh, slide closer and closer to where I want his mouth.

Finally, he puts me out of my misery. That first lick sends my hips shooting off the bed.

He chuckles, actually chuckles, as one arm comes up to rest over my hip bones, driving me back to the bed.

I can’t focus on anything, and I swear my vision goes black as his tongue works me over. Up and down, flicking faster and faster.

“Holy shit, I’m close,” I breathe. “So, so close.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, a finger joins his mouth, and I sit up on the bed as my orgasm shoots through my body.

---