Page 17 of Wolfish Desire
Instead, he pulls me close, his thick fingers fumbling slightly with the hidden zipper at the back of my dress. “Thank you for the wonderful dinner. Maybe on our next date we’ll go check out one of the restaurants in West Stoneburg or something. We canhit up a few hiking trails on the way to pick up branches and stuff for your arrangements, too.”
His deep eyes light up. “Sure. And I know a great spot where we can get you some river rocks.”
I was already one hundred percent ready to have sex with this incredible man. But he’s thinking of my artwork and how he can help me even as he’s slipping my dress off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor? It’s almost too good to be true.
That tweaks both good and bad memories in the back of my brain. I thought it was “too good to be true” when I saw my sisters growing up and being free to do anything they wanted. Then again, I also thought it was “too good to be true” that my mother was free to be herself and travel…until she took off and never came back.
All I can do is hope that this is both goodandtrue.
My bra hits the floor, then Kingston replaces the fabric with his hands, cupping my breasts to bring one nipple up to his lips, then the other. I’m already tingling, my body humming with arousal. My breath hitches as he reaches down to pull off my panties. The second they drop, his palms scoop under my ass, lifting me up so my legs can wrap around his waist.
He holds me in place securely, tipping me back and nibbling along the tops of my breasts as I shudder against him. When his hips shift, I can feel his cock growing swiftly, pressing between my legs. There’s something lusciously vulgar about the way my open pussy is rubbing against the front of his dress pants.
“Are you going to think of me the next time you wear these pants to an important meeting?” I giggle.
Kingston tips me back up and looks me straight in the eyes. “Baby, I’ll be thinking about you all during every meeting. Every minute. Always.”
He’s so dead serious that I can’t hold back a whimper. He drops me lightly onto the center of the bed, then pullsme into position, yanking my pussy against his mouth. Being manhandled this way makes me feel even more desired. On the verge of spinning out of control.
His tongue slides across my skin, exploring, teasing me with every determined lick. When he latches onto my clit, my fingers spear his hair, pulling him against me. This time I can’t stop writhing. Can’t stop my hips from moving, riding his face as waves of lust course through me.
I’m going to beg him to take me tonight, if I have to. Every gentle pull of his lips against my button makes me feel like I’m floating. He lets out a moan, as if he can’t get enough of my flavor.
I’m dripping. My pussy feels empty, the inner muscles working to pull him inside even though he isn’t there yet. Then it dawns on me that he’s waiting for me to come first so I’m wet enough to take him.
His knuckle begins to drag up and down my slit. As I quiver right on the edge, he looks up at me and winks…and I shatter.
My weak, thready scream echoes around the room as my body shakes, the climax rippling through my entire body. I’m probably tearing his hair out. “Kingston,” I finally choke. “I need…I need…”
He doesn’t stop, continuing the perfect onslaught of sensation until I tip over the edge again, left completely spent and boneless as I sink into the bed.
His eyes blaze as he kisses up my stomach, up my throat, to meet my lips. “What do you need, babe? Tell me.” His voice is dark and rasping.
“I need you inside me,” I blurt, clutching the back of his neck to pull his mouth to mine. I don’t really have the words, so I try to tell him through my kiss that my body needs his. Right now.
His tongue swirls with mine, hands exploring every curve, every sensitive spot. Then his hand slides between my legs, hismiddle finger dipping inside just enough to tease. “You want me here?”
“Uh huh. Please.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to wait?”
I cup the sides of his face. “No.Now.”
“Well, if you’re sure.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then stands up to pull off his shirt. “Sierra, beautiful baby, I’m always going to give you what you need.” He pauses just long enough for his belt and jeans to hit the floor. “Always.”
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KINGSTON
Am I dreaming? This lovely precious girl is practically begging for me.
There’s something about Sierra. It’s like she’s made for me.
Not just her luscious, perky breasts and curvy hips that fit into my palms so perfectly. Gazing into her deep blue eyes fills me with brand new feelings: the need to protect her, to make her happy, to make her feel fulfilled.
I already know that we belong together. There’s a timer in the back of my mind literally counting down the seconds until I can talk her into moving in with me, so we can be together as much as possible.
Sierra is a vision, her lush, curvy body stretched across my charcoal duvet. My shorts hit the floor and I lie beside her, naked and so hard I can feel my pulse throbbing at the base of my cock.
