Page 45 of In Love and War
“Fuck, I love it when you moan,” he whispered into my ear, before giving it a small bite.
His hands worked quickly, getting rid of my blouse before gathering up my black pencil skirt so that it was bunched up around my upper thighs. He spread my legs apart with his knee, brought a hand down to my pelvis, and nudged my lace panties aside.
“You’re already this wet for me?” he purred. “Is that why you were squirming earlier?”
“Shut up,” I gasped, embarrassed, as his fingers circled and teased my opening.
“Such a mouth on you,” he chuckled. “Are you on the pill?”
His kisses moved from my neck to give my lower lip a bite as he slid two fingers inside me.
Holy mother of fuck.I saw stars.
“Yes,” I panted.
He brought his other hand to my breast and worked my nipple through the lace of my bra as he started to trust his fingers into me at a torturously slow pace, curling them and taunting my G-spot.
My hips moved to match his rhythm as the pressure began to build up in my core, desperate for release. I reached down and undid his belt, ripping it off.
But before I could do anything else, he smiled against my lips as if in reaction to a joke and removed his hand from between my thighs.
I let out a frustrated groan against his tongue as my slit contracted, begging for him to come back.
Are you kidding me?
I reached for his arm and tried to bring him back, but he grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back, holding them together with one hand.
He pulled away from the kiss, his hooded eyes dancing with lust. His free hand reached up to his tie, undoing it in literal seconds.
“Don’t move,” he murmured as he used the fabric to tie my hands together firmly behind me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“What I said I was going to. On your knees,” he ordered once the tie was securely snaked around my wrists, dead serious.
Three different options of how I could react raced through my mind. I could be stubborn and rebel like I always did with him and demand he untie me; I could go along with it and do everything he said; or…
I got down on my knees and looked up at him through my lashes as I licked my swollen lips.
“Those fuckinglips,” he groaned, reaching down to brush a thumb across them.
He unzipped and let himself out. My heart jumped into my throat, and my mind whirled at the sight. To say he waswell-endowedwould be the understatement of the century. Nay, the millennium.
“Open your mouth,” he said, running his hand through my hair and gripping a handful at the back of my head.
I slightly opened up but pulled away as soon as his tip touched my mouth without allowing him to enter. Instead, I gave him a quick playful little lick, smiling.
“Fuck,open your fucking mouth, Amelia.” He seethed, his grip on my hair tightening.
Instead of listening, I ran my lips and the tip of my tongue all along the side of his shaft, teasing and holding back my laughter at his frustrated growl.
It’s what he got for not letting me come.
“Change of plans.” He pulled me up to my feet as I giggled. “I’m going to have to teach you a little lesson about all of this teasing you seem to get so much enjoyment out of.”
He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to my feet. Then he pushed me onto the big white leather couch and was on top of me before I could even blink, fusing our mouths together again in molten hot kisses filled with tongue and greed.
Then his lips were on my chin, my neck, my chest, my stomach, and going down further south as he stripped off my panties, leaving me completely nude with the exception of my dainty bra.
