Page 100 of Skating the Blue Line
Even though I don’t want to pull away from her, I do. I have plans and those plans don’t include fucking her in the hallway. This woman deserves a bed. Even more so when she’s carrying my baby.
“Let’s get you more comfortable.” I state, moving my hands off her body, only for a few seconds and bending down to pick her up and cradle her.
The second that I have her in my arms, Chloe doesn’t waste any time getting comfortable, laying her head against my shoulder, and wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Such a gentleman.” She says through a giggle.
“Always,” I say, placing a kiss against the corner of her lips. “I’ve fucking dreamt of having you in my bed,” I says to her as I walk us over to my bedroom, letting my hands dig into her naked body.
She feels so damn good.
“I don’t believe you,” she says against my neck.
“Believe it, sweetheart.” I say, walking into the room.
The second that I set her down and she lays against the light gray sheets, I know that whatever image I had in my head concerning this moment, is not doing the real thing justice.
Months.
For fucking months, I wanted this woman in my bed, in my personal space, and now she is finally here.
Naked and waiting for me to make her body sing.
“I could look at you like this forever and never get tired.” I say, unbuttoning my dress shirt, having gotten rid of my jacket and tie at the airport.
A sweet blush creeps up her chest, painting her full tits a nice shade of pink.
But she doesn’t respond to my words. Instead, she watches me undress just like she did the night that we met.
Unlike that night though, I don’t take my time getting rid of the material covering my body. All my movements are hurried, not wanting to take any more time away from being able to explore every single inch of Chloe.
The second that the last article of clothing is off me, I grab one of Chloe’s legs and drag her to the edge of the mattress.
Her legs fall open and the second that I see her pussy glistening with arousal, my mouth starts to water. I haven’t forgotten how she tastes. I have that embedded into my mind. But when you been wanting to taste something again, you act like a starved man. And in a way I am.
I’m a starving man and I’m about to have my meal.
That meal being Chloe.
I fall to my knees in front of her and without warning, I place my mouth against hers and show her just how beautiful I think she is with just my mouth.
“Oh, my god. Liam.” Chloe pants out, one of her hands landing in my hair.
I don’t stop my attack on her pussy. I tease and suck on every single inch of her as if this will be the last time that I ever taste her.
Her pants fill the room and it takes everything in me to not take my cock in my hand and give myself a few heavy handed strokes.
Right now it’s all about Chloe and Chloe alone. I could give two shits about my own needs right now.
And for the rest of the night, that’s what I do. I concentrate on Chloe and what she wants.
I give her the orgasm that she wasn’t able to get from her toy earlier and then give her three more to show her just got fucking sexy I find her.
I use everything that I have in my arsenal to show her that she is everything and that she has me to worship her body whenever she wants.
In the end when we are both sedated and ready to give into sleep, I get a feeling that this one night isn’t going to be enough.
One night wasn’t enough seven and a half months ago and it sure as hell won’t be enough tonight.
