Chapter Two #2
Wells steadies me. “I’ve got you.” He turns me in his arms, and I blink several times, trying to bring his handsome face into focus. “There you are,” he says, low and seductive, as if he’s been looking for me his whole life.
“If you can do that with one finger,” I say breathily, “I can’t wait to see what you can do with the rest of yourself.”
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to look at another man without comparing them to me.”
He lifts me into his arms, and I laugh in surprise as he carries me into the bedroom.
I have never been carried into a bedroom.
Not even on my wedding night. I might think he’s trying to be romantic, if not for the facts.
Neither of us has any interest in romance, and he is the king of seduction, with skills I’m sure he’s honed on too many women to count.
“A magic finger, a wicked mouth, and you’re chivalrous, too?” I tease. “What other superpowers do you possess?”
He lowers me to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of me. As he takes off my heels, he says, “You’re about to find out just how wicked my mouth can be.”
My body clenches in anticipation as he hooks his fingers into the sides of my thong, but now that I have my wits about me, I feel more like myself and put my hands over his, stopping him. “They don’t come off unless you’re getting naked, too.”
“You want to see the goods, huh?”
“I’ve got to make sure all of this isn’t going to end in disappointment.” I have no doubt about the heat he’s packing, but this is my night. My coming-out party. As much as I’ve enjoyed relinquishing control, I’m not about to give it all up in the bedroom.
He cocks a grin and plants his hands on the mattress on either side of me, leaning in so close, I have to lean back. “If this ends with disappointment, it’ll only be because you’ll wish you hadn’t limited us to one night together.”
“We both know that’s not going to happen,” I say as he pushes upright.
His eyes never leave mine as he toes off his shoes. He takes his wallet out of his back pocket, tosses it on the nightstand, and strips down to his boxer briefs. My gaze slides south to the thick outline of his formidable cock as he steps toward me.
“Excuse me, but those need to come off.” I motion to his boxer briefs.
His eyes narrow, and he leans over me again.
This time he brushes his lips over mine, and his tongue follows.
Reveling in the heat thrumming between us, I close my eyes as our mouths touch, but he doesn’t kiss me.
The bastard hovers there, his lips barely grazing mine, teasing me with his wicked tongue.
Dipping it deep to explore, withdrawing, then sliding it over mine and dipping in again, making me want more so badly, I lean up to claim his mouth.
But he lifts just out of reach, and his hands move over mine, pinning them to the mattress.
I open my eyes and find him watching me with a mix of amusement and passion.
“My underwear stays on until you come on my mouth. Got it, sweet thing?”
I narrow my eyes. “If I say no?”
“You won’t. You want my mouth on you.” He leans forward, taking me down on my back and drawing my arms over my head, holding them there.
“You want to come more than you want control, and you know I can deliver.” His big body presses down on me, and he gently grinds his rigid cock between my legs.
The exquisite friction makes it hard to think.
He angles his hips, hitting the place I need it most so perfectly, “ Ah ” falls from my lips.
A slow grin stretches across his face. “What’ll it be, sugarplum? My mouth making you lose your mind, or are we done for the night?”
I pant out, “I’m not your sugarplum.”
“You are tonight.”
He grinds harder, and damn it, heat spreads through me like wildfire. “ Fine . Your mouth. Just hurry up.”
“We’ve already established that hurrying is not on tonight’s agenda.”
He takes his sweet time, kissing and tasting his way down my neck and across my breastbone.
He kisses the swell of my breast, all the way up to one throbbing nipple, and lingers there, teasing the taut peak with the tip of his tongue.
“I told you these gorgeous tits need attention.” He lowers his mouth over my nipple and sucks, alighting sparks beneath my skin.
I bow off the mattress, making greedy noises as he lavishes my breasts with attention, using his teeth, tongue, and hands until I’m dizzy with desire, writhing beneath him.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you, so every time you see me, you’ll think of my mouth pleasuring you.”
“Keep dreaming, boy toy.” I close my eyes, telling myself he’s wrong as he moves down my body, making me shudder and moan.
But his mouth is hot, his tongue and teeth tantalizing, and those strong hands are everywhere at once, groping, skimming, tweaking, claiming , and I know I’ll hear his deep voice taunting me in my sleep.
He hooks his fingers in my thong and strips it off.
His mouth trails below my belly button to the apex of my thighs, and he presses a kiss there.
“Look at this drenched pussy, aching for me.” He slicks his tongue along it, and I moan at the pleasure slicing through me.
“Lean up on your elbows, sexy girl. I want those beautiful eyes on me when I make you come.”
Boy did I pick the right man for this.
“You’re so needy,” I tease, pushing up as he asked.
“Fuck yeah, I am.” That wicked grin is back, and the predatory look in his eyes as he guides my legs over his shoulders sends my heart into a wild flurry. “I’ve wanted to taste you and feel your pussy wrapped around my cock as you scream my name since the moment I met you.”
“You’re a player. You probably want that with every woman you meet.”
“Not every woman,” he says all too charmingly.
His eyes never leave mine as he teases my most sensitive nerves with his tongue.
My hips jolt off the mattress, and a gloating grin appears.
He puts a hand just above my pubic bone, holding me down, massaging me there as he teases and taunts me with his mouth.
He fucks me with his tongue, licking and lapping and driving me out of my mind.
“You taste too fucking good. I could eat you all night.”
Thrills rush through me as he devours, savors, and teases, making me writhe and moan, so consumed with pleasure I can hardly think.
He brings his other hand into play, pushing his fingers inside me, and then his mouth is on my clit again.
His appreciative growls and guttural noises make me as wild as his touch.
I claw at the mattress, rocking against his hands and mouth, but my eyes never leave his, because there’s no bigger aphrodisiac than the pleasure gleaming back at me.
I have a fleeting thought that this is a world away from what I had with Harvey, but I force it down deep, unwilling to give up this pleasure-drenched night.
Pressure mounts inside me, prickling like fire and ice.
He works me faster, crooking his fingers inside me, stroking that hidden spot that makes the edges of my vision blur.
He takes my clit between his teeth, does something magical with his tongue, and I detonate.
“ Wells —” flies from my lips, and I gasp for air as my body clenches and bucks.
He continues fucking me with his fingers, flicking my clit with his tongue.
When he slows his efforts, drawing long, needy sounds from my lungs, he withdraws his fingers and laps up my come.
Watching him takes me right back up to the edge, and then he sends me over it.
I spiral into ecstasy, crying out, squeezing his head between my thighs as excruciating pleasure unravels me.
When I finally sink to the mattress, breathless, my body jerking with aftershocks, he licks me again. I inhale sharp breaths with every slick of his tongue. “ Too much ,” I pant out. “I’m too sensitive.”
He kisses my inner thigh, then crawls up my body, taking me in another toe-curling kiss before gazing down at me and saying, “Too sensitive to fuck, sweet girl?”
The way he says it is cute, not crass, and it makes me smile. “Never.”
With a quick peck, he gets off the bed like a kid anxious to open his birthday present. I lie there trying to recover, watching him strip off his boxer briefs to unveil that promising cock, and a wave of arousal washes over me anew. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and sheathes his length.
As he climbs onto the bed, reaching for me, I go up on my knees, playfully batting his hand away. “You’ve had enough control, boy toy. Lay your handsome ass down, and let me ride that cock.”