Page 271 of The First Time
Happy is a tall order, given the circumstances. "That isn't going to happen. Not with all this deception."
He nods with understanding. "You don't want to think about it."
It's more a statement than a question. I nod anyway. I stare into Blake's blue eyes. They're still beautiful and deep and impenetrable. "Distract me."
His lips curl into a half-smile. He nods. "Close your eyes."
I do.
He turns me so I'm facing away from him.
He pushes my dress off my shoulders.
It falls to my waist.
I'm topless— this was one of those can't-wear-a-bra-under-it dresses.
I'm exposed. On display.
It makes my sex clench.
I still like it. I still like feeling dirty. Blake still seems to know my desires better than I do.
His hands skim my back, sides, torso. He draws circles around my nipples.
My thoughts float away. They're off in some corner of my brain. Desire is taking over the rest.
I need him.
Now.
Faster than now.
I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. He nips at my ear. And his hands, oh his hands.
"Are you on birth control?" he asks.
I nod. "The shot." As promised, he sent me his test results after our last conversation.
He tugs at my dress, lifting my ass so he can slide it to my feet. "You remember the safeword?"
"Yes."
He tugs hard at my panties. They strain against my hips until the lace fabric snaps.
Blake's lips find mine. His kiss is commanding. Possessive.
It wakes up every nerve in my body. It gets every part of me screaming for more of him.
I shift my hips. I tug at the fabric of his suit jacket. I kiss him back as hard as I can.
His pulls me onto his lap. I can feel his erection through his slacks. Fuck, it feels so good, knowing he's hard because of me. There's something instinctive and visceral about it.
I want my hands around him.
I want him coming from my touch.
Or my mouth.
