Chapter 46
46
Opal
“The steak was delicious,” I whisper as William slides off his tie.
His gaze slowly travels over my naked body. “Says the woman who was so delicious I couldn’t wait to get undressed before I feasted on her sweet, sweet pussy.”
My hands instinctively drop to my mound to cover myself. It’s a silly move, given what William just did to me, so I laugh.
His white button-down shirt falls to the floor. “Are you suddenly shy, Opal? You were spread eagled not more than five minutes ago. I’ve seen it all. I’ve tasted it all.”
My hand crawls back up my body, stopping to tweak my left nipple. It’s a furled nub of need. I’m already aching for his touch again, even though he spent the last hour kissing and licking almost every inch of me.
“It’s my turn to taste you,” I purr. “Get naked and feed me your cock.”
His chest heaves as a low growl of need pours from between his lips. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll blow my load right here. Right now.”
I slide the tip of my tongue slowly over my bottom lip. “Don’t waste it like that.”
The rest of his clothes are on the floor in no time flat, and before I can move an inch, he’s hovering above me with his steely cock in his palm. He’s fisting it, stroking it with long, fluid movements.
It’s so primal and incredibly masculine that I moan out loud. I don’t try to quiet the volume at all. I just let it flow, filling the air in his bedroom with the sound of my need.
“Suck it,” he demands as he glides the thick crown across my lips. “I want to watch you swallow every fucking drop.”
“Yes, please,” I murmur before I part my lips to take him, all while watching his neck arch back as he pants my name.
* * *
I nibble on a piece of cold steak as I contemplate what just happened. William took me with such tenderness after I blew him that it brought tears to my eyes. Ten minutes after he shot his load onto my tongue and down my throat, he was sheathed and ready to go again.
I teased him that he wouldn’t last long, but it wasn’t based on any truth or proof.
He demanded I get on top of him, and as I slid down on his erection, he gritted his teeth while telling me that I was made for him.
That bit so deep that I had to look away from his striking face as I fucked him.
When he pushed me off to flip me over so he could slide inside my pussy while kissing me, I came. It was unexpected and so intense that I screamed.
He held me against him after that, stroking my back softly as I came down from the high. I’m dangerously close to feeling more for him than I can allow myself to, which terrifies me.
“I’d offer to make you something more substantial to eat, but I don’t have much to work with,” William says as he enters the kitchen.
He’s not kidding.
After we made love, I was famished, so I searched for a snack. The only things in the cupboard near the fridge were a box of cereal that expired more than two years ago and a bag of sugar.
The fridge didn’t offer much, either. Besides the meager leftovers from our meal earlier, there were three bottles of sparkling water, two tomatoes, and the rest of the fresh basil and mozzarella he had put on the pizza the other night. An almost empty jar of grainy mustard and a bottle of some sauce with a layer of mold floating on top of it rounded out the offerings.
It’s very apparent that he rarely cooks. I find it endearing that he’s made the effort for me twice.
“I know.” He pops a finger into the air. “I could order a pizza from Franzini’s.”
I finish chewing the steak in my mouth and swallow. “The end to a perfect night in Brooklyn is a Franzini’s pizza.”
Patting his bare stomach, he laughs. “Is that Elio’s motto for the restaurant? If it is, it needs to not be.”
I glance down at the sweatpants he’s wearing. “How are you this sexy all the time?”
“Cute and sexy?” His brow cocks. “I’m sounding more and more like the perfect guy with each passing day.”
He is the perfect guy. That’s the problem.
I push my hair back from my forehead before tugging on the bottom hem of the shirt I’m wearing. It’s the Knight’s T-shirt he handed me the other night. I debated putting it on again when I found it slung over the back of a chair in his bedroom, but I wanted something to cover me that I knew would be easy for him to remove because I’m selfishly hoping for another round with him before I go home.
His gaze follows the movement of my hand. “Tell me you’re naked under that shirt.”
I point at the spot where he tore my panties off earlier. The evidence of that is the piece of shredded pink lace in the middle of his kitchen floor. “You know the answer to that.”
“The answer is I’ll order the pizza, and before it arrives, you’ll come for me again.”
“How?” I ask in anticipation.
He reaches for where he left his phone on the kitchen island. “Your choice. Hand, mouth, dick. Choose your favorite.”
“You’re my favorite,” I whisper.
It’s not quiet enough, though. I can tell by the way his gaze darts up from the phone to land on my face. “You’re my favorite too, Opal.”
I should remind him that what’s happening between us is strictly casual. It’s the right thing to do, but for this one moment in time, I’m going to bask in what it feels like to do the wrong thing.
“How does pepperoni pizza sound?” he asks with a grin as he taps his fingers over his phone’s screen. “I’m on the Franzini’s site, ready to place our order.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say, nodding.
“I should warn you that you’ve had the best, so it won’t be nearly as good as that.”
I know he’s talking about the pizza he made me, but his words apply to more than that. He’s the best I’ve ever had. In bed, out of bed, and in quiet moments like this, he’s the best man I’ve ever known.
“I know.” I nod.
“Ordered.” He places his phone on the island. “Did you make a decision, Opal? Tell me what I need to do to make you come for me again.”
“Kiss me,” I say, not because it will get me off, although the way the man kisses does send me close to the edge. I want to feel his lips on mine before he takes me again.
“Yes.” His voice is deep as he walks toward me. “Kissing you is almost a spiritual experience for me.”
I stop his movement when I press a hand to the middle of his bare chest. “What do you mean?”
He cups my face in his hands and stares into my eyes. “I feel peace when I kiss you. I feel centered. I know I’m where I need to be.”
With that, he lowers his lips to mine and kisses me in a way that makes me feel I’m exactly where I need to be, too, at this moment in time.