Page 39 of Straight, No Chaser
Her tortured voice explodes like fireworks through my blood, lifting my heart, swathing my cock, and tingling my aching balls. An instant addiction I'll never be able to overcome. I've got to do whatever it fucking takes to get her to make that sound again.
I snake down her trembling stomach. Prolonging her anticipation by teasing over each rib, palming her hip bones bucking forward of their own accord. Her head lolls back against my chest. Rustling the lapels with her shuddered breaths.
"Are you wet angel?"
"Y-yes. For you."
Jesus.
She's fucking sexy as hell without even realizing it. Owning me with her innocence and her desire. "Only for me. No one ever touches you here again but me."
Before she can respond, I breach her tiny panties and with agonizingly slow strokes, trail through the arousal coating her silky folds. Another mewl bubbles deep in her throat. But even fucking better, no stiffening or pulling away from my fingers circling her throbbing clit. Proof she trusts me. Freely and Completely. And I fucking refuse to ever break her faith in me. Or my touch.
Which makes me crave her even more. I step back, already fucking missing her sweet body pulsing under my hands. "Take them off."
Long hair glides up and down her creamy skin as she nods. Blond strands fluttering forward as she slides her delicate fingers under the strings and tugs the heart covered silk over the swell of her hips and down her toned legs. She steps out of them and the lavender fabric pooled at her feet, and turns around to face me.
Naked. Wearing only her heels.
Fuck. Me. Hard.
I almost fucking explode like a teenager from her tentative smile, unaware how unbelievably incredible she is. My head bobs involuntarily, beyond humbled this gorgeous woman stands before me. Seeking my approval of her. Of the bounty she offers me.
I can't help but take it all in. "Let me look at you."
Circling around her, I fight every instinct to yank down my own zipper and work my hungry cock. This is about her. Only she touches me tonight.
Stepping into her space, sharing the same breaths, I repeat the question I asked her the first time she bared herself to me. Hopeful tonight she has the answer. For herself and for me. "Tell me what you like. What do you want?"
Hoarseness deepens my voice. Thick with need that doesn't get past her. Desire flames in her eyes as they bore into mine. Impressing me with her confidence.
"You."
I'm reduced to thinking with only my other head. That needs out of my pants and inside her. "Bed. Now."
But she shakes her head. A sly smile playing on her lips.
"Not yet." Her fingers pick at the knot of my tie, much higher than where they need to be on my hungry body. "Your turn."
She releases me, hands twitching against her narrow waist. Waiting with a cocked eyebrow. Challenging me to deny her demands.
Fuck me, she's fucking glorious. A satisfied chuckle escapes my throat. I knew she was fucking perfect.
Fine. I'll give her what she wants. But it won't be as slow and beautiful as her show for me. I yank off my jacket and split open my shirt. Buttons bounce across the carpet, some of them settling in the champagne puddled on the white nylon. After kicking off my shoes, I jerk down my slacks, boxer briefs, and socks in one swift movement and toss them at her feet.
Now we're equal. Toe to toe. Naked. Desperate. Ready.
Reaching for me first, purple tipped fingers stroke over my pecs, flicking my nipples. Feels fucking amazing. But not what I want right now. Not what I fucking need.
She traces my taut stomach muscles. Hours of gym work reduced to a quivering plane of bumps under her touch. Mere inches from my greedy cock, ravenous for more. Bobbing for her caress. I've got nothing left, but to beg through gritted teeth. "Please."
Now she giggles. Triumphant to prove she fucking owns me. Which I fully admit when a single fingertip brushes over the tip, circling through the arousal pooling above the slit.
Jesus Christ.
Braver, she increases the pressure and strokes downward. Over and over before a tentative hand sneaks underneath. Cupping my engorged sack.
Done. I am fucking done.
