Page 30 of The Plan
I make some kind of noise in response but I hardly recognise it as my own voice. No man’s ever made me feel like this before—like I want him to strip me bare right this second and take me. No, scratch that, Ineedhim to.
“Blake,” I whisper as he continues running gentle kisses across my neck, driving me crazy with his softness. “More.”
Nothing happens for a second or two and I worry I shouldn’t have said anything.
But then, everything changes.
Blake’s hands slide up my stomach until they’re grabbing my breasts harshly and I’m pulled against his back. He flexes his hips against my arse and I can feel his hardness pressing into me.
“Been like this all night, imagining what you’ll taste like…how you’ll feel…” he growls in my ear before stepping away from me, making me feel lost. “You’re not walking away this time, Addison,” he warns, and I shake my head to say that I won’t.
His hands go to the top of my dress and I hold my breath as I feel him slowly pull down the zip. It feels like it takes forever for him to reach the bottom and begin sliding the fabric off my shoulders. I hear Blake move but before I get to look around to see what he’s doing, I feel him tugging the bottom of my dress. He pulls gently and the fabric begins sliding down my body. The feeling of it against my sensitive skin does nothing for my patience, and as hot as it is not looking at him, I realise I need to see him. I need to be able to see his eyes.
“Holy fuck,” Blake says slowly when the fabric finally falls around my feet.
I look over to see him sat down on his haunches gazing up at me. The look in his eyes is dark, hungry, and in total awe. I watch as he runs his eyes over every inch of me. I bought this Agent Provocateur lingerie set right after the dress because I felt it deserved something special underneath. Blake is the only one other than me to see it. The tulle fabric of the bra, knickers and garter belt is almost so sheer it might as well not be there.
It feels like an eternity but eventually Blake reaches out and runs his finger along the edge of my stocking. That simple touch sends my body into overdrive and I turn to face him. His eyes widen even more when he gets a look at the front.
“Fuck me,” he mutters while running his hands up my sides as he stands.
His eyes linger on my full breasts, ready to be relieved from the confining fabric, before his lips descend on mine and I let out a moan of relief. His hands come around to my arse and he pulls me up against him. The feeling of his clothing against my skin makes me aware that he’s still fully dressed.
Suddenly I’m being lifted and placed on the edge of the counter. Blake pulls his lips from mine before kissing and licking across my jaw, down my neck and over my swollen breasts. My head falls back, banging into the cabinet behind me when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth through the fabric of my bra.
“Fuck, Blake, fuck,” I moan as he continues to suck, driving me crazy. When he pulls back, the cool air against my wet skin make my nipples harden to the point of pain. “Oh God yes.”
His lips continue over my stomach before I’m pulled to the very edge of the counter. I put my palms out behind me to try to steady myself as my legs get thrown over his shoulders and he leans in. I lose all focus when I feel his nose run over me.
“Oh shit.”
He repeats the action, only harder this time, before replacing it with his tongue. His wet heat has me moaning for more. Fuck, it’s been so long since I felt anything close to this. I’m suddenly ravenous for more.
“What do you want, Addision?”
“You.”
“What exactly?”
“Your mouth,” I pant, getting more and more frustrated that he’s stopped to have a conversation about it.
“Where?”
“On me…I want your fucking mouth on me now.” That was what he wanted, because I feel the fabric of my knickers pulled to the side before his mouth is exactly where I want it, licking, sucking, and totally consuming me.
“Fuck, yes,” I shout, leaning farther into him.
The feeling of his fingers sliding into me pushes me over the edge and my whole body ignites in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. All these weeks of anticipation were definitely worth it.
He continues until I stop pulsing with release. When he sits back and looks at me, his is face full of achievement.
“No need to look so smug,” I pant out.
His returning smile lights up his face.
Fuck, I need more of Blake McCarthy, right fucking now. As if he can read my mind, he stands up and lifts me from the counter. I expect him to take me into the living room, but instead, I’m deposited on the dining table. He makes sure I’m safe before stepping back. His eyes drop to my breasts once again before he gives me something to look at by undoing his shirt and dropping it to the floor, quickly followed by his trousers.
I bite down on my bottom lip as I let my eyes roam. I know he’s ripped, it’s obvious with his clothes on. But fuck me, he’s a fucking God. His eyes come to mine as he puts his thumbs into the waist of his boxers. I already know it’s going to be impressive from the tenting going on, but I can’t wait to see all of him.
