Chapter 24
Sophie
"I have an insatiable sweet tooth," I admitted.
"Hoo. High bar," Davis murmured. But he didn't look worried. If anything, he seemed pleased.
I slid closer, pressing my thigh against his, enjoying the flash of heat that came from the contact.
A little buzzed from the wine, I was as relaxed as I was going to get.
Prowling closer, I slid my thigh over his, until I was seated facing him in his lap.
"Tell me more about these treats you brought. "
He cleared his throat, tucking my hair back behind my left ear, the move so delicate, I nearly purred, nudging my head into his hand, wanting more. That tiny touch wasn’t enough to satiate me, not by a mile.
“I wanted to be sure you come away satisfied tonight, so I brought reinforcements: flavored lube and a vibrator.”
I pulled back slightly, watching his expression. “Davis, you made it to the bottom of my underwear drawer, didn’t you?”
“I did,” he said, meeting my gaze steadily.
“And it inspired you to buy supplies?” I asked, entranced that he’d do so much to please me.
He shrugged, the motion casual, as if he bought sex toys every day. “I’m guaranteed to have a good time. I figure a few extras might ensure you did the same. It’s been a while for me.”
I wreathed my arms around his neck. “Davis, that all sounds lovely. But do you know what really gets me off?” I whispered, dropping a quick kiss on his mouth.
“Tell me.”
“I like it a bit rough,” I admitted, watching his expression carefully. My breath caught as I waited for his reaction, the leap of trust ratcheting up my tension. I’d scared more than one guy away by coming on too strong. Everything about Davis indicated he was made of sterner stuff.
He swallowed. “How rough are we talking?”
He looked more intrigued than concerned, and I undulated against him, pressing my hips into his.
“Not safe-word wild, though, just in case, mine is ‘unicorn.’”
“Ms. Sunshine and Rainbows likes it tough, huh?”
I bit my lip, enjoying the flare of desire in his eyes. “The best rainbows come after thunder and pounding rain.”
“Until there are unicorns.”
“Exactly,” I said, pleased that he seemed game.
He bracketed my hips with his hands, kneading gently at my glutes. “I want another keyword to let me know I’m on the right track,” he said after a pause.
I squinted, tilting my head. “Like an affirmation?”
He grinned, the pleasure in his expression turning him from handsome to drop-dead gorgeous.
The crinkles around his eyes and the way they lit from within, coupled with his strong, white teeth, gave me shivers.
Davis’s smile really should be registered as a concealed weapon.
I squirmed, pressing my hips into his, his smile making me rethink my stance on rough play.
Davis’s smile could turn me on just as effectively as a tight grip.
“How about ‘beast’?”
I blinked, lost in his eyes. It took a moment to register what he meant.
“You want me to call you ‘beast’?” I asked, trying it out.
He nodded. “If I’m doing something that works for you.”
“Davis, you definitely work for me,” I breathed, grazing his mouth with mine. “And I’m not shy about expressing myself.”
“Is that a promise?” he asked, his deep rumble sending a shot of desire straight between my legs.
I arched into him, shoving my breasts toward his face, moaning my pleasure.
Davis pushed his hips forward, driving toward the softness at the apex of my thighs.
Eagerly, I stripped out of my top, wanting him to paint my breasts with his tongue, wringing every ounce of pleasure and sensation from me possible.
I squirmed against him, greedily rubbing against the bulge in his jeans.
He snapped the band of my bra, the momentary sting barely enough to pull me from my lust-driven haze. “Not so fast, Bee. I’ve got plans for you.”
He gripped the back of my neck in one strong hand, holding my gaze as he unsnapped my bra with his free hand, leaving me bare above the waist.
He pinched one nipple gently, head cocked as he waited for my response.
“More,” I said urgently, rocking against his hips with impatience, the bulge of his own arousal only egging me on.
He cupped one breast in his palm, maintaining his hold on my neck, as if he had any chance of holding me still. I couldn’t help the keening need that kept me pulsing against him, trying to get whatever satisfaction I could from the light friction.
Davis licked along the arch of my breast, sending shudders of sensation washing through me.
He worshipped at my breasts, alternately tweaking and soothing each nipple with his tongue.
The hint of stubble on his chin abraded gently as he sought my neck and nipped at the tendon there.
Pleasure-pain rocked me, drawing my muscles tighter in anticipation.
Davis’s powerful hands held me captive to his desires. Unrelenting. Strong. Exactly where I wanted to be. I whimpered, distraught when he paused his gentle torture.
“Beast me,” I commanded.
I was already naked to the waist. Davis propped me on my feet, making short work of my zipper, shucking my jeans and underwear down my thighs and encouraging me to kick them away until I was gloriously naked under his gaze.
The cocky glint in his eyes and the fresh vulnerability I felt, bare to him, sent a fresh wave of shudders along my spine. His expression held a raw need that drew me more surely than anything on earth.
Davis smacked his palms over my flanks, sending an electric pulse between my thighs. “I love how raw you are for me, Bee. Did you know I can smell you? Smell how aroused you are for me? It’s the sweetest perfume.” He urged my legs apart and tested my damp opening with a gentle thumb.
It was all I could do not to push into his face, smother him with my need. I bit my lip around a moan when he stopped, leaving me aching.
“So sweet,” he murmured, watching me as he swiped his thumb between his lips.
He surged to his feet, lifting me over one brawny shoulder. I hung upside down, my thighs clamped beneath his arm as he strode toward the bedroom. I half-expected him to toss me on the bed so he could strip unencumbered, but he let me slide down his chest, dragging over every inch of him.
“Take off my clothes,” he grumbled, the low growl of command in his voice sending me into overdrive to do his bidding.
I tugged off his shirt, skating my palms over the tanned skin the cotton had hidden. Davis pulled us chest to chest, capturing my mouth in a punishing kiss.
His body heat nearly scorched me, leaving a trail of fire everywhere we touched. He kneaded my ass, and whether by design or accident, his rough ministrations ground my flesh against the front of his jeans, making me dizzy with sensation.
“Off,” I urged in between kisses, greedy for his skin.
“I changed my mind. Later,” he murmured, boosting me up in his arms, his palms wrapped around the back of my thighs holding me open to him.
Davis dropped me to the bed, following down to dive between my spread thighs. He slid his tongue along my slit in one luxurious lick, and I whimpered, eyes closed. Slick and full, I ached for more.
He rummaged in the bedside table, and before I could fully understand, he dripped a line of lubricant along the apex of my thighs, mixing my wetness with the lube in a cocktail of lush readiness. Stroking, testing me.
“Ready for that hard pounding yet?” he husked.
“Yes. Beast me. I want to taste the freaking rainbow.”
Davis shoved down his jeans, exposing his heavy length and mesmerizing me, creating an insatiable urge to touch. To stroke. To own.
“Mine,” Davis growled, echoing my thoughts.
He tugged me forward, flipping me to crouch on all fours in front of him. His bulk shadowed me, at once commanding and protecting, and I shivered.
Davis stroked a hand from the curve of my waist, over my flank and down my leg, before tracing gently up the inside, delving into the place between my thighs that wept for him.
“Davis!”
He paused. “Unicorns?”
“No. I want you inside me. Like, now.”
“But I don’t have my condom, and you’re not ready yet, Bee,” he tutted gently.
“Yes, I fucking am,” I insisted, arching back against him, half-tempted to grab for what I really wanted, convinced a few strokes would have him under my spell.
A sharp smack on my backside made me squeal. “Naughty girl,” he whispered in my ear, soothing one palm over the area he’d just reddened.
I shuddered, my skin stinging. Davis covered me, smooth muscle sliding along my back, his length bobbing between my legs, brushing gently, so close, and still not where I really wanted him.
“Let’s try this,” he soothed, reaching for something outside my line of sight.
I tensed before remembering it was Davis who wielded the toys. He’d taken such exquisite care of me so far, I had nothing to fear, other than possibly the most potent orgasm of my life.
I was already hanging by a thread, more eager to come than I’d ever been. I loved seeing him take control. He still checked in, taking his time, making me all but feral for him.
I pulsed, aching and empty, dying for him to fill me. I was so caught up in my lust for him, I’d nearly forgotten his words. The hypnotic buzz of a vibrator made me shudder beneath him.
“I’m not sure how much more I can take,” I said, voice faint. “I’m so close.”
“Bee, you’re going to take it all. I want to hear you scream.”
His dark command combined with his bulk behind me made me want to sink back and enjoy all of the pleasures he had on offer. But Davis had other ideas.
I was so distracted thinking about him, the toy faded to the back of my consciousness. Davis jolted me to the present with another smack, this time along my left hip, while simultaneously applying the vibrator to my clit.
I came apart, shuddering as he tortured me with the vibrator probing at the center of my pleasure.
“There’s my Bee,” he murmured when I came back to myself, throat raw from screaming my release.