Page 5 of Tempted

I paused, unsure if he was having second thoughts or if he was waiting for something from me.

“Hugh?” I said, starting to feel self-conscious.

“I’m taking it in,” he said, scanning me slowly, head to toe.

“Really?” I laughed.

“The power you have strolling around the room in this dress, that – energy.”

I felt a blush creep up my neck, and I grabbed at his belt loops, dragging him forward. He took the hint, his warm hands splayed across my thighs, and I moaned as he uncrossed and nestled between them.

One hand found its way to my breast through my dress, while the other gripped my throat and pulled me close.

“Just a taste,” he whispered, before leaning forward and claiming my mouth.

Our lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. But when my hands gripped his hips, it was like a switch flipped.

The kiss changed from tender to hungry, from smoldering to a fire. His hand tilted my head as his tongue pushed forward, exploring, plundering in a way that left me aching and wanting more. His rhythm was bruising. I dug my hands into his sides to stay upright.

I could taste the whiskey as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. The hand on my breast moved to pop open the button at the top of my collar, exposing my chest. His hand explored my skin and I hissed against his mouth, pulling him closer.

Through the cascade of sensations, my thoughts started to whirl. While a part of me needed and wanted this, the other part knew it was a bad idea. Knew that there was a line I was crossing that couldn’t be uncrossed, and it could have disastrous effects. But I wanted to give in to this. I had a right to feel, and this made me feel good. Hugh made me feel good.

He popped another button open, his hand moving under my shirt, sliding to my bra-covered breast. He palmed its weight, and I felt him exhale into my mouth, as he nipped and pulled at my lips with his teeth. His forefinger and thumb closed on my breast, pulling. I sighed as his mouth moved to my jaw.

“Is this okay?” Hugh whispered against my skin. I nodded and Hugh tutted. “Use your words,” he said.

There was something delicious about this. My senses were heightened, it was so intense and intimate, and I was craving everything he could give me.

“Yes, more,” I said, forcing the words out. Fingers closed in tighter, pulling harder. I cried out as ecstasy mingled with the pain.

I gasped, feeling slick wetness begin to pool in my panties. I needed more. I pressed into his fingers, offering myself to him,ravenous. His teeth nipped at my neck as his fingers gripped tight and pulled again, harder and longer.

My hands went to his shoulders as waves of pleasure and pain rocked me. I bit my cheek, trying hard to muffle the sounds being drawn from me.

Hugh’s tongue continued to play along the skin of my neck, alternating between licking and biting. Everything I felt went right to my pussy. Trying to ease the throbbing, I squeezed my thighs together again, hoping for relief. With Hugh standing between them, I couldn’t get the pressure where I wanted it.

Hugh’s hand moved from my neck and cupped me through my panties, groaning. He leaned back, his eyes burrowed into mine before he kissed me again.

My heart was thumping in my skin. I was high on him. On this. The way his touch alternated between rough and sensual had me gasping for air.

I grasped at him, finding the edge of his pants, and feeling for the zipper. I wanted to feel him beneath me.

Hugh gripped my hands, stopping them.

“Not here,” he repeated. “When I fuck you, I want you alone.”

“Then what?” I asked, feeling slighted.

His lips landed on mine again, lightly sucking and nipping, while his hand simultaneously dipped into my panties and tore them from underneath my dress. I gasped, feeling the cool air against my aching, wet lips.

“One,” he whispers against my skin.

His hand slowly caressed the folds of my pussy, and I leaned into him, only for him to lift his hand away.

“You get one, but we have to be careful.”

I groaned in dismay, and he chuckled, moving his lips and tongue down my exposed chest, tracing the edge of my bra.

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