Page 49 of Pretty Please Me
I dip my thumb down again, dangerously close to her nipple and she lets out moan of pleasure that goes straight to my already rock hard cock. As if I needed any more fuel for my already strained self-control, I lift her shirt at the hem and pull it from her body, rewarding myself with a view that will forever be burned in my memory. Maggie stands before me with hungry eyes in a thin strapped sports bra that dips a little in the middle.
It’s nothing like the expensive lingerie I bought her, the kind I’m accustomed to taking off women, but somehow it’s even sexier. She looks so much like herself tonight, which adds to everything I’m feeling. Pulling her arms up, she attempts to cover herself, and I shake my head. “Don’t do that. Don’t you dare try to hide the most goddamn beautiful view I’ve ever seen.”
She drops her hands at her sides and blushes. “I can feel your eyes on my skin.” She glances over her shoulder, no doubt checking to see if anyone else can see her. We’re on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city, we may be outside, but we’re definitely not in anyone’s view. Though, that doesn’t take away from the feeling of being exposed.
I study her, watching to see any indication that I’ve pushed her too far, but I can see by how she’s breathing and how her nipples harden into tight little peaks that she’s open to this and maybe even on her way to enjoying herself. I just may have a little exhibitionist on my hands. Only time will tell.
“So. Damn. Perfect,” I say as my hand rests on her hip. “I need to see all of you. Stay still.” I slide my hand over her shoulder and down her rib cage as she stands still before me, not daring to move while I trace her beautiful body with my fingertips. I take the opportunity to pull the waistband of her leggings away and drag them slowly down her long legs.
Helping her step out of her pants, I admire her body under the moonlight. It’s by no means bright out here, but between the light of the moon and the twinkling lights around us, I’m pleased to have a clear view of her body. The heaters give a nice warm flow of air that mixes with cool breezes.
I plant a soft kiss on the top of her foot before tossing her leggings to the side. On my knees, I look up at her, and I’m struck with another wave of pure, unadulterated gratitude that this woman would trust a man like me to bear witness to any part of her, much less give me the joy of participation. This is how Maggie should be treated, standing before men as they kneel and worship the ground she walks on.
I continue kissing up the length of her leg as my hands explore her, stopping just before I reach the apex of her thighs. She parts her legs as my fingers glide dangerously close to her center and lets out a small whimper when I don’t give her what she wants.
“Now, don’t be greedy. I want to show my admiration to every part of you,” I whisper as I move my mouth higher and higher until I’ve reached the top of her thighs.
Her only response is a frustrated pant. She moves her hands to my hair and tightens her grip, pulling it slightly as my kisses inch higher and higher. “You’re so beautiful. I could taste every inch of you, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
She whimpers, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her. She’s putty in my hands, but I’m having too much fun to stop now.
“I really want to taste you here.” I slide the back of my knuckle over her wet center, and her body jumps in surprise. Her eyes fly open, and I look up at her for permission. I may be her dom, but she’s the one in charge here, and I don’t want to push her further than she wants to go, whether she asked me for it or not.
She nods slightly and closes her eyes, then her hands return to my hair, giving me all the encouragement I need. In a swift motion, I lift her, wrapping her legs around me, and move to the mattress. I lay her down gently, careful, so she doesn’t hit her head as the air mattress shifts under our weight. As much as I loved my view, I want her to be as comfortable as possible because if I have it my way, she’s never going to forget this.
I hover over her to pull off her bra and slide off her wet panties. Seeing Maggie lying bare before me isn’t something I could’ve prepared myself for. Yeah, I saw hints of her in the bathtub, but holy shit, this woman is beautiful, and I could spend a lifetime exploring her every freckle and curve. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I shake my head in disbelief.
She tries to cover herself again, and I throw her hand to the side. “Do you need me to tie you up, or do you think you can keep your hands out of my way?” I quirk a brow, but my voice is stern. I don’t think I’ve been this serious about anything in my life.
She shakes her head and smiles, then covers her eyes with her hands. “Why are you so good at all of this?”
Her question makes me smile because she doesn’t have a clue about what I’m good at. “Maybe I’m just really enjoying myself? Have you ever thought of that?” I wink, then cover her mouth with my own as my hands roam freely over her taut body, so delicate and strong yet soft and feminine. My hand finds her soft, supple breast, and my eyes roll back in my head from the contact. She’s so fucking perfect in every way. I don’t think I could have designed her better myself.
I break my kiss from her lips and lick my way down her body, sucking her tight nipple into my mouth. She writhes beneath me, hands rubbing and scratching my back as she arches for more.
She tugs at my shirt, and I lean forward, pulling it off at the hem. Then I kick off my pants, so the heavy fabric of my jeans doesn’t hurt her. Our hot skin touching feels like heaven when I come back down on top of her and she wraps her legs around me, pressing her bare pussy against me with only the fabric of my underwear separating us.
“Goddammit, Magnolia, you’re driving me crazy.” I adjust my growing erection as I lick and taste her body, inching my way down to the space between her legs.
Her pussy is so beautiful, and my mouth waters to taste her. I grip her ass in one hand while my other hand explores her every curve. She tightens her grip on my hair as she bucks up, arching her back, desperate for relief.
I kiss her gently at first, then slowly lick her up and down, keeping my tongue soft and flat. Her thighs wrap around my head, and she moans, her hands frantic in my hair, but I keep my slow pace.
“Oh, God, Sam. Don’t stop!” she moans as she squirms beneath me.
A cocky smile pulls at my lips, and fuck, I’ve never been prouder than I am at this moment. Hearing her beg me, crying out my name as she squirms beneath me, I feel like I’m on top of the world. I don’t answer her, though. Instead, I glide two fingers inside her, continuing my exploration with my mouth, finding that tender spot and pressing.
Her body jumps off the mattress, and her hands fly up to her face as her pussy tightens around my fingers. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Mmm,” she moans as she writhes beneath me, so desperate for relief.
“Your pussy’s so wet for me and so goddamn tight. You taste so fucking good.” I pull my fingers out and press them to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Her lips part with a gasp, and she sucks my fingers into her hot mouth.
“Good girl, you’re so fucking hot when you obey me. I can do anything I want to your perfect body because you belong to me.” I pinch her nipple, and she lets out a cry. Then I caress her, rubbing my thumb softly over her tight peak.
Her pussy clenches, and she gets even wetter, if that’s even possible, and I know she’s close. I had a feeling my girl would like dirty talk, and I’m having the time of my life teasing and edging her.
