Page 47 of Love on the Rocks
She threw her head back. Her green eyes were smoky like the stormy sky. “This is how I dress. Deal with it.”
“You’re going to get sick. You’re soaking wet.”
Her eyes drifted down my white T-shirt, which clung to me like a second skin. “So are you.”
“Thanks to you.” I edged closer, invading her space. “I told you a storm was coming. I should have left you out here to learn your lesson.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Her voice was husky, her breath coming faster as my chest grazed hers, our faces inches apart.
“Because I just can’t seem to stay away from you.” Her lips parted and the space between us became thick with need, buzzing with electric energy. Like an oncoming storm.
I don’t know who made the first move, but in the next breath, our bodies collided.
I didn’t give a damn about the wind or the rain, there was nothing else except her. Her mouth, her tongue, her supple flesh beneath my hands. They were all over her, sliding over her waist, her sides, her hips, gripping at the fabric of her dress and dragging it up to slide my leg between hers.
She moaned and ground against me as her fingers swept through my hair, pulling me closer. I buried my lips in her neck, felt the frantic rhythm of her pulse, and nipped at the tender skin beneath her ear.
I dipped my tongue into the shallow hollow of her throat where a single raindrop glistened temptingly. I held it on my tongue, because somehow it was infused with the taste of her—jasmine and honey and the muskiness of sandalwood. She shivered as I kissed my way back up her throat. My mouth met hers again. Her lips were deliriously soft. Softer than I’d imagined and, God knows, I’d spent hours imagining this. I took her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking gently, before covering her mouth again.
I was losing control. I dug my fingers into her hips. All I could think about was spreading her legs wide and rutting into her, pounding her into the stones so hard that what remained of the temple would crumble beneath us.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I managed to pant out. “Because in another minute I won’t be able to.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” She clawed at my ass, wrapping her leg around my hips and urging me to grind into her. I could feel her heat through the wet fabric of my jeans. Fuck! I felt like a teenager. I was ready to burst.
“If you keep grinding on me like that, I’m gonna come in my pants,” I warned, biting the edge of her shoulder to keep from doing just that.
“Good,” she whispered in my ear, as she undid my fly and slid her fingers over me. “Christ, you’re massive.” She ground against me again. “Do you have a condom?”
I pulled back and stared at her in disbelief. “No, I don’t have a fucking condom. What, do you think I walk around with a spare in my pocket. Jesus, who do you think I am?”
Her fingers slid down my shaft in a V, cupping my hard-as-rock balls. “Too bad because this is your one shot. Don’t even think of touching me after this.”
“Oh yeah? I better take all I can get then.” I bent her back over my arm, feathered my fingertips down her throat, over her collarbone, and then grazed between her breasts. All that firm yet supple flesh, quivering against my hands. I dragged my eyes away and met her gaze. “No bra?”
“I was communing with nature. A bra would have defeated the purpose,” she panted. I turned my attention back to her smooth skin. I wanted to paw at her like an animal, but I held back, stroking gently, watching her nipples pebble beneath the thin white fabric.
Again, I felt like there was something electric in my fingertips, the pads of my fingers vibrated with it, like I’d harnessed the storm and I was drawing it across her body. By the time I grazed her nipple she was panting, arching up for more. She watched me through hooded eyes as I slowly closed my lips around the tip and sucked.
She moaned my name, and I was sure that was the end for me. I buried my head between her tits, licking, kissing my way to the other breast. I lavished the same attention on the other nipple, sucking gently at first, rolling it between my teeth, but the way she kept pushing it in my face, I knew she wanted more. I sucked hard, the fabric of her dress melding to the velvety tip. She bucked and moaned as I held her back tight. I couldn’t get enough.
Her hair fell over my arm as I ran my spread hand between her breasts, admiring my handiwork. The fabric was so wet she might as well have not been wearing anything at all. Her tits were fucking glorious. I splayed my hand down her stomach, caressing in soft circles, pausing right above her mound.
“What are you going to do now?” Her glassy eyes met mine.
“I’m going to see how wet you are.” My hand moved lower, gripping her dress, edging the fabric up, and grazing the soft skin of her inner thighs. When I reached the lace of her soaked panties, I hooked my finger and rubbed my knuckle against the seam. She groaned and threw back her head. “Oh my God.”
Slowly I pushed her panties aside and slid her open. “Holy fuck,” I managed to breathe out. “Did I do that?”
She was so wet, so warm, and so unbelievably soft. She felt like fucking heaven. I closed my eyes as I played with her, imagining what it would feel to be inside her. But I also wanted to hurt her. Just a little. I gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to watch me.
“I asked you if I did that?”
“Did what?” She narrowed her eyes, still defiant. I pushed her against the stone column. I slid my finger deeper, pumping once, twice, grinding the palm of my hand against her clit. She shuddered and grasped me closer.
“Say it,” I growled against her, my forehead pressed against hers, and held my hand absolutely still. She wiggled her hips and groaned in frustration. “Say this is what you wanted when you said you wanted my hands on you. Say you wanted my fingers deep in your dripping cunt just like this.”
I closed my teeth lightly around her nipple and flicked my finger against her G-spot, and sob escaped her throat. “Yes, you arrogant son of a bitch. I wanted this. I wanted you to fuck me with your fingers and your tongue and your magnificent cock. Is that what you want to hear?”
