Page 7 of Fake Dating Mr. Prince
She wore a sexy black bra that barely covered her ample breasts and made me ache to wrap my lips around the hardened nipples.
My eyes moved lower and then stopped.
Was she wearing granny panties?
She sighed, causing me to look up, her embarrassment evident when her gaze shifted to the floor. “Yeah, so I wasn’t expecting this tonight, or I would’ve probably made another choice.”
I grasped her chin and tugged it up to force her eyes to meet mine. “I’m not going to lie and say I hadn’t given what you were wearing under your dress a thought. I also don’t give a fuck right now. I want you so bad.”
“Oh, really?” Her eyes lit up, and she grinned playfully. Her fingertips drifted down the front of my shirt. “Well, then you’re wearing far too many ruffles.”
My grin nearly hurt my face. “You think?”
“Mm-hm,” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
The coat that came with my costume quickly made its way to the floor. My fingers worked my shirt’s buttons, and I reminded myself to slow down when one button popped off and landed on the floor. Her warm palms cupped my pecs after I finished with the buttons and slowly ran up my chest, pushing the shirt down my arms.
I shuddered when her hands skimmed downward over each individual ridge of my abs. It was a slow, delicious torture. Reaching for my pants, her hand brushed against my erection. I groaned.
My eyes closed, and I forced my hands into fists as I tried to rein in my lust. I let out a few slow, steady breaths. There was no way I wanted to end this night before it really got started. I startled when she placed gentle kisses across my chest and then further down, stopping when she got to the top of my waistband.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered. She undid the zipper and pushed my pants and boxers down my legs simultaneously. My cock sprang free and slapped against my stomach, eager for her attention.
My head fell back as her tongue licked from the bottom of my shaft to the tip. Then her lips circled around the head. God, how I wanted her to continue, but I had one rule when it came to sex that I never broke.
Ladies first.
I lifted her to her feet, noticing the hurt and confusion that flashed in her eyes.
“Hey,” I brushed the wayward curls from around her face and tucked them behind her ear. “Later. Trust me, I want that more than anything, but no guy should let a girl go down on him unless she’s already had an orgasm.”
A breathy sigh escaped her lips. “Who am I to argue?”
I unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, while lightly caressing her with my fingertips as I moved lower. My hands switched to her waist, then inched under the band of the underwear she hadn’t wanted me to see, and slid them down and off.
God, she was beautiful.
I stood back up and devoured her mouth in a searing kiss. The bite of her nails dug into my arms as she held herself up on trembling legs. She swirled her tongue around mine before she withdrew her mouth. Feeling bereft from the loss, I leaned in to capture her lips again only to stop when she whispered, “I want you. On top of me, inside me.”
Her hands still curled around my shoulders, nudged me to the edge of the mattress. When she let go and began this provocative crawl up the bed to lay at the top, I thought my eyes were going to cross. She looked so damned sexy when she smiled. Patting the space on the bed beside her, I thought I’d come right there.
I wanted to be inside her, too. Now.
Determined to be patient, I waited a moment to pull myself together. Taking a few deep breaths, I mentally reviewed our recent department quarterly report. I meant it when I told her that I wanted this to be good for her. That she needed to come first.
The moonlight danced across her body, illuminating the path for me. A satisfied grin stretched across my face while I took in just how alluring she was. My dick ached to be inside her, but I had to go slow, determined she’d come at least once before that happened.
Moving up the bed, I caressed her right ankle, my fingertips going higher as I turned my head to place kisses on her left one. Slowly, I moved up her legs, alternating between kissing one and lightly running my fingers over the other. Her gasps and moans spurred me on and encouraged me to draw this out.
I pushed her legs further apart when I got closer to her clit. My fingers circled the little nub hidden within. I replaced my fingers with my tongue, and her legs trembled. Sucking harder, I slid my free hand through her wetness. Her hips lifted and pushed toward me. Loving how wet she was, I slipped one, then two fingers inside of her, moving in and out, keeping pace with her hips’ movement.
“Oh—oh—don’t stop.”
I picked up speed when she began to pant. Now she pushed against my mouth, forcing my tongue and hand to move faster while she chased her release.
Her desperate moans only fueled my desire.
She’s so damn sexy. My cock was rock hard with her whimpers and groans in my ears.
