Page 81 of Wrapped with a Beau

“I’ve been away from home for so long,” Ves continues, wrapping both arms around her waist, squeezing her flush against him. “I miss my bed. My sheets. And I have this image of you rolling around on them wearing that black lingerie I like, or maybe nothing at all, wrinkling my perfectly ironed sheets into sheer fucking devastation.”

“Thank god you’re hot, otherwise the fact you iron your sheets would be a real turn-off.”

His lips brush the back of her neck. “Smart mouth.”

Without breaking his embrace, she twists to face him. “Put it to better use, then,” she says breathlessly.

Ves doesn’t wait a second longer. His mouth crashes down on hers, hungry and seeking. His large hands frame her face, tilting her chin to better meet the angle of his kiss. Every lean, muscled inch of him presses into her, one thigh nudging hers apart so her denim-clad pelvis rubs tantalizingly against his leg.

She always thinks he’s sexy, but when he takes control like this, she grows wet for him.

He kisses her the way she loves, hands weaving into her hair, then slipping free to trail down her back and cup each of her buttocks. Kneading like the bread she’s positive he’s never made in his life.

She winds her arms about his neck, gasping when her breasts make delicious friction against his chest. He growls in reply, deepening the kiss. His tongue coaxes hers to give way to him, stroking just right. With a low moan, she digs her fingers into his shoulders. Each one begs for more, more, more. The vibration rocks through her, heat pooling low in her abdomen.

Kissing her the entire time, he walks her backward, presumably toward his bedroom. At this point, her eyes are fluttering shut in desire every two seconds, but she still tries to get a good look at the living room. It’s sun-flooded, with tall bookshelves lining white walls and neutral rugs against parquet floors. A collection of nice black-and-white abstract prints above a gray sofa.

A few more steps and the back of her knees hit the bed. His mouth applies the perfect pressure, firm and insistent, but still tender. When he tugs at her bottom lip with his teeth, she goes boneless in his arms. If Ves weren’t holding her up, she would have collapsed in a heap on the bed, all tightly coiled desire and trembling legs.

She likes kisses like this, without too much tongue. Just flurries of pecks, darting tongues, a little biting, and his hands exploring everywhere.

“Undress me?” she whispers against his mouth, core clenching with want.

She doesn’t have to ask him twice. His hands work the large tortoiseshell buttons on her chunky cardigan while hers move to his trousers. A few tugs and they’re off. He makes a bitten-off sound when she kicks them aside.

“You didn’t really want me to stop to fold those neatly, did you?” she asks sweetly, sinking to her knees and peeling off her camisole to reveal her black La Perla bra.

He smolders down at her, clearly liking what he sees. In addition to being her most expensive lingerie, it’s also the skimpiest. It has just enough lace to cup her breasts and cover the nipples, but it’s sheer everywhere else. “Trust me, love, I have swiftly reprioritized,” he says with a rough laugh. His hands curl into her hair for just a second, and it feels like a kiss.

“Mm-hmm, I thought so.” She yanks down his briefs.

He’s hard and erect, and she fully plans on sucking him like a Popsicle. But first... She gives him a few hard pulls that have him groaning, then wraps her right hand around him, bringing the head of his cock to her mouth. His hips twitch at the first puff of her breath across his sensitive skin, but she doesn’t take him in her mouth right away.

First, she blows cool air across his length, which brings forth a full-body shudder and a tiny pinch of his brows. Next, she traces the outline of her lips with his head achingly slow, and then swirls her tongue over his tip, drawing a broken moan from him. He tastes salty and musky, uniquely Ves, and he’s trembling in her grip like it’s taking all his effort not to thrust.

She brushes her palm underneath him from base to tip, then makes a circle with her thumb and middle finger. They don’t quite meet. God, she wants him inside her right now. While she’s marveling at his thickness, he reaches out to grip her chin. Dazed, she looks up.

Those beautiful baby blues lock onto her lips. “Fuck, Elisha,” he says. “Don’t play with me.”

Without further ado, she hums and takes a few inches, then a few more.

His gasp is strangled, but he holds himself still. She works up and down his length, taking him deeper until he hits the back of her throat. She hollows her cheeks and sucks until his hand tangles in her hair.

She flicks her eyes up at him.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth,” he says. “Not this time, anyway.”

Elisha pulls away, a trail of saliva clinging from the tip of his cock and her mouth. He barely gives her time to swipe it away before he kisses her, tongue delving deep in luxurious exploratory swipes. Ves trails soft, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, the side of her breast, her ribs, and is sucking a mark into the dip of her waist when she suddenly realizes where he’s heading.

“Return the favor next time,” she says, grabbing his hair to stop his descent. “I need you inside me.”

“As my lady commands.”

He teases one finger inside her, laughing when she whines and twists her hips to take him deeper. “You’re so wet for me,” he marvels, and before she needs to beg him for release, he lines himself up and plunges home in one sure thrust.

Stars explode behind her eyelids as he gives her a second to adjust, then begins moving, every stroke measured and slow against her walls, making sure to hit every single nerve. Her hands roam his back and buttocks, squeezing in encouragement when he hits at just the right angle to make her cry out.

“Look at me,” Ves says between gritted teeth, tendons in his arms straining to keep his weight off her.

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