Chapter 07
7
HEIDI
S cott’s hands fist my hair and he gobbles me up as if it’s the most usual thing in the world.
For a moment, I’m taken aback. Scared. Frightened of what this man could do to me.
But then his lips brush mine and I’m gone.
Every stroke of his tongue brings licks of flame along my limbs. Down my body. Heat pools low between my legs, and I grow wet with how much I want him. How much I want this.
I fist his shirt, keeping my balance as he squeezes me to his body. His hand holds the back of my head, and Scott is demanding in his kisses. His mouth never leaves mine as his rough fingers trail down my cheek and my neck. He grips the length of my throat and I moan into his mouth. His response is a buck, his hips digging the hard length of him into my belly.
My legs quiver but he keeps me up, squeezed against the wall with his powerful body. I keep tasting him, my hands trembling down his muscular arms and the hard planes of his chest. The man is muscular as hell, and I can’t wait to see him off of these clothes.
My cheeks burn with shame, with self-conscience, and I pull back, opening a space between our mouths.
Scott keeps me in his grip. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” The sound that leaves his throat is more a roar than anything else. I shiver, appreciating every sensation that courses through my body. He makes me feel so much. Different things clash over me, fight within me, and I love every one of them.
“Why?” I gasp into his ear, his tongue licking a trail down my jaw. “I can’t understand why you seemed so interested in me from the beginning.”
The hand on my neck brushes down my collarbone to cup a breast. I jolt, arching my back to him, a groan ripping through me. The sensations he brings are new, wicked. I have no experience in the matter, having never have done this before. And a man like him? Handsome, hunky, so much older...
But my mind blanks and I can’t find flaws in this exchange. Even if he wants me only for one night. Even if this means nothing for him.
I want him. And I want him to have me.
“You have no idea how amazing you are, do you?” He grunts into my ear, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. Said teeth come down, raking along my pulse as he fondles my breast, kneading the mound with eager fingers. “How fucking hot you are.”
I shake my head, but no words leave me. I’ve lost the ability to speak. His fingers find my nipples, and he brushes around one, then the other. He pinches, rolls until I’m mewling in desperate cries, begging him for more, more, more.
“When I said you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he starts, pressing his forehead against mine and looking deeply into my eyes, “I was speaking the truth, Heidi. The whole truth.”
I want to argue, I want to reject the idea, but it’s impossible. His eyes are so intense, so full of honesty, I can’t deny how he feels about me. It’s not that I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. It’s that he thinks so. And there’s nothing more important than that.
Scott kisses me, bold strokes of his tongue as I move against him. Circling my hips against his, I seek that hardness. I seek that which I want the most.
His fingers come down the rolls of my stomach without ever stopping. Scott presses a knee between mine, parting my legs as his hand finds the juncture of my thighs. The touch is scalding hot, bright, and brutal, and a fingertip brushes along my clit. I quiver with the shock it brings me. Yes, I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never felt like this. Never felt like sticking a finger to a power socket.
Scott wastes no time slipping that hand inside my pants, parting my lower folds and finding my wetness. When I cry out, he eats my sounds, groaning his satisfaction at finding my center soaked. With gentle strokes of his fingers, he covers my pussy with my juices, eliciting more desperate whimpers from me.
“So wet, so wet,” he chants under his breath, licking along my cleavage. I tilt my breasts up, a fever taking my body as he explores my womanhood, circles a thumb around the knot of nerves atop my virgin entrance. When he digs a finger into my pussy, I clench myself around him, trembling with pent-up lust.
“Hughes,” I mouth, my voice failing me. “Hughes...”
“Yes, baby girl,” he urges me on, sucking the sensitive skin of my pulse as he touches me where I need it the most. A great orgasm threatens me in the back of my mind. Forcing my eyes shut, I circle my hips and let him take me there. Closer and closer with every touch.
His forefinger presses to my entrance again. I clench around him, too high, too feverish to say anything. He grunts to the tightness and pulls back, not forcing me. When he turns his attention back to my clit, I’m teetering on the edge, clinging to him for dear life.
His strokes grow in speed, and he keeps touching me as if he knows exactly what I need, how I need it. As if he knows my body better than I do.
Flicking his thumb one final time, my knees quiver hard as stars explode on the back of my eyelids. White sparks, as fireworks burst inside my stomach. I gasp, cry out, and then a huge moan spills from my lips as a wave of pleasure crashes over me with full force.
Scott holds me up against him as I come, over and over as he never stops touching me. As he keeps on exploring my body and feasting on my sounds. It takes me a moment, but when I come back to myself, I’m lying on my bed.
And Scott poses himself over me with the eyes of a predator. And fuck, I want him to eat me. Devour me. Do anything he wants to me.