Page 74 of Straight to Me

“Mads,” he says hushed, trying to steady his breathing. I wrap my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers through the back of his hair. He relaxes and I kiss him, my lips gently grazing over his skin. His top buttons are already undone, giving me enough room to devour him leisurely. My fingers work their way down, undoing the rest of his shirt to the bottom.

My hands then lightly float over his goose pimpled muscles, slowly rubbing his rigid nipples. Removing his shirt, I let it slip to the floor before standing back. The sight of his chest takes my breath away, his muscles understated, flawlessly carved. Sweeping my hands to his belt buckle, I slowly unhook the pin.

“Did you mean what you said earlier, Mads. That you’d come, for me?”

“Hmm,” I hum, kissing his chest. His hands run up my arms, to my neck. He makes me look into his eyes by holding my chin in place. They dazzle with a demanding need to have and command me. “Sit down,” I tell him, still holding his gaze.

His hand flexes and he lets out a small moan at my instruction. I wait, watching his eyes constantly move as he decides what to do.

He lets go of me and turns slowly. Sitting down, he rests his hands on his legs. I step towards him and he lifts his hands, placing them on my hips. I instantly step back, moving myself away from him.

“No touching,” I tell him. His eyes dance between mine and the corners of his lips pull to his ears.

“Mads?” he questions.

“No touching, until I say.” His eyebrows lift and his face brightens. This little show of power is as much for his pleasure as it is for me. I need to show him he doesn’t need to control every situation.

I swing my hair over the other side of my head, exposing my neck. He bites his bottom lip and his fingers curl into his palms on his lap. Stepping towards him, I stand in between his legs and watch as his eyes roam over my body.

Placing my hands either side of his face, I lean down kissing and running my lips over his. My nipples harden as his delicious scent engrosses every part of me. When I stand straight, my nipples don’t go unnoticed. VP’s eyes are fixed on my chest.

Moving slowly, I pull down the straps of my dress and I hear him swallow as I slide it over my hips to the floor.

I step back into him and raise one leg, gently resting my knee on his hip. My hands trace over his chest and I move them behind his neck. My fingers then slowly slide into the back of his hair and I see his eyes close. Pulling his head back, I kiss his mouth again, pushing my tongue and finding his. His hands slide up the back of my legs and I stop, my lips parting over his. “Just couldn’t help yourself,” I point out his lack of restraint for my rule.

“Have you seen you,” he replies, pushing his lips against mine again. He pulls me closer to him and his kiss deepens, stealing my breath.

“VP,” I breathe. The need to just take him tries to beat me. I have to keep myself controlled and regain the lead.

I step back quickly, leaving us both short of breath and wide-eyed. He licks his lips and I look straight into his eyes as my hand runs down my front to my lace knickers.

Slipping my fingers past the material, my body buzzes as my finger pushes over my swollen clit.My lips then part as my finger starts small circles. “You look gorgeous Mads,” he breathes, as he starts unzipping the fly of his jeans.

My fingers stop working my body.

“No touching, includes you too.” He doesn’t say anything this time, he simply stops and keeps watching me.Sweet Jesus.The way his eyes are eating me alive is enough to drive me wild.

I cup my breast with one hand, gently circling my nipple as my finger pushes inside my pussy. I let out a small whine and roll my head back slightly, arching my back as the sweet sensation rises.

“Dean,” I moan his name like he said I would.

“Come for me, babe.” His voice stirs my hands into a frenzy, working my own body with precision. Warm tingles trickle down my spine as I squeeze my breast hard and I rub my clit in fast circles. My climax builds and my lips part. I close my eyes and with a few more strokes I come undone, gasping for air.

My waves of pleasure wash over my entire body, my muscles contracting and relaxing as I unwind. I push the hand on my breast into my hair and I open my eyes. VP runs his hands through his hair, watching me as my breathing settles. “Tell me I can put my hands on you now,” he asks needily, his body tight with desire.

“Take down your jeans,” I tell him, as I slowly move toward him. His throat rumbles and he stands, doing as I ask, sliding them past his hips. His eyes never leave focus on mine. Standing directly in front of him I see them burn for me.

Stepping forward, I push my lips to his, placing my hands on his hips. The corner of his mouth twitches against mine. “I love how you flinch when I touch you here,” I say, stroking my thumb over the sensitive area again. He smiles against me before I pull away from him.

Steadying myself, I kneel to the floor, keeping my eyes on his.

I take him in my hand. Kissing the tip of his cock, my lips then slide over his length. Gently stroking him with one hand and sucking with my mouth, his hips slowly start rocking, pushing himself further.

I suck and pump and when I look up again, our eyes meet.

He grunts, biting his lip and he moves his hands to either side of my face, pulling my head further onto him. “Just like last time, relax your mouth babe.” And I do, taking another inch of him. “Jesus,” he rasps, “you feel fucking amazing.”

Another wave of pleasure runs over me again. I pump faster, tightening my lips around him. His cock becomes rigid in my mouth, his orgasm building. “Fuck, Mads!” he groans throwing his head back.

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