Page 77 of Other Side Of Never
“Would you like to tie me to your bed?”I paused and continued slowly, each word dripping like honey from my lips as I rolled my hips over his erection.“My legs spread wide, thighs slick, pussy swollen, helpless to do anything but take whatever you want to give me?”
One of his hands clasped the back of my neck, holding my head immobile for a brutal kiss, our first, while the other yanked my hips down as he thrust up against my core.
When I pictured our first kiss, it had never been this bruising, conquering battle of tongues, his hand fisted tightly in my hair.
My heart leapt at shaking this gentle man’s control.
“I’ve dreamed of kissing that mouth,” he admitted.Tipping his head back, his hands dropped to cradle my hips.Jaw tight, eyes squeezed shut, he grunted, “I feel your heat.”
“Mm,” I hummed, grinding my clit against his delicious erection.“I feel your hard.”
Fighting for control, he pressed his forehead to mine, his chest expanding with his deep inhale.The tension in his body eased as he leaned back and grasped my hips to hold them still.“It’s not going to be hard for long if you keep this up,” he huffed with a soft, self-deprecating laugh.
I smiled into hazel eyes lit with warmth and humour.Happiness bloomed inside me and escaped with a chuckle.Ramping up the pressure, I dipped my head and licked across his bottom lip as my heart thundered behind my ribs.
“For fuck’s sake, Bridget,” he groaned.“You’re killing me.”
I nibbled along his sharp jawline, interspersing my words with barely there licks and sharp little nips.
“How about on my knees, naked, head tipped back, swallowing your cock?”My eyes fluttered shut as my clit pulsed.“Does that sound good?Would you tell me to open wide and stick out my tongue, ready to swallow every drop of your come?”
Fingers digging into my flesh, he dragged me back up his thighs as his hips punched up.
“Tell me,” I continued softly, rolling my hips.“Am I naked in this scenario, servicing you while you’re fully dressed?”
“We have to stop,” he gritted out.
“Are you sure, Kian?”Need spread like wildfire from my womb.“Remember, you’re the one who started this line of questioning,” I countered lazily, drunk with desire, heady with feminine power.Pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, I pressed, murmuring against his mouth, “Can I have just one more little question?”
Face flushing darkly, he grunted as he slowly dragged my hips back and forth, rubbing my wet core over his cock.“One more.”
“If you came home from work to find me bent over the back of this couch wearing nothing but red stilettos and a lacy G-string, would you slide your finger along that string, pull it to the side, and bury your cock inside me?”
He shuddered beneath me then his hips began to roll in earnest.
I trembled with anticipation, my hands tightening in his hair as I imagined his hands hard on my hips, eyes locked on my ass as he fucked me.
I dropped my voice.It shook when I spoke.“Or maybe you’d drop to your knees, rip that string out of the way, and lick me until I come all over that pretty mouth of yours just like I did last night.”
“Aw, fuck,” he grunted.His hands clenched around my hips, those delicious muscles in his arms flexing as he held my core flush against his madly driving hips.
I fought back my arousal and watched him.Lips parted, my breath escaped in sharp pants as his big body shuddered beneath me.
My needy pussy clenched around nothing as he squeezed his eyes shut, his face twisted in a grimace as a long, pained groan escaped that pretty, pretty mouth.
I rolled my hips against his still pulsing cock, noting the growing wet spot on his shorts with infinite satisfaction.
I’d never been so turned on in my life.
His sigh drew my attention back to his face.
Watching me beneath hooded lids, his tongue darted out to wet his lips.Voice husky, gaze languid and lazy, lips twitching with a suppressed smile, he rasped, “I just came in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
Rising on my knees, I leaned over and dragged the tip of my nose up the side of his neck.
My breasts ached as his grip on my hips tightened.
Licking the shell of his ear, I breathed, “Good boy.”
