Chapter 3 #2
God, give him patience. Was it a tad sophomoric to grab her last bite? Fine, yes. He could admit to it, but she was taking this way too seriously.
He wouldn’t beg her to stay!
She was being ridiculous. Except… fuck, she tasted and felt so damn good.
While he was busy musing, Sorinah slipped the hotel robe off her shoulders. He bit back a groan. Fuck! She had an incredible body. Her generous curves, honey-brown the hint of muscle in her legs and arms, full breasts… Ahh. Fuck it. “I’ll make it up to you!”
“Don’t think you can.”
The fire in her eyes called to him.
Should he play this out another way? Probably, but this was Sorinah.
“I thought you were a businesswoman. You suck at negotiations.” He smirked.
She placed her hands on her hips. Her confidence was sexy. “Fine. What do you propose?”
“I can order you another plate…”
The words were barely out, and she was shaking her head. “That’s a dumb idea. I will not eat a second plate of food to recreate that ultimate bite. No matter what I did, it wouldn’t be the same.”
“Fair point. I’ll order you dessert.”
Aldrich watched the wheels turning in her head. She tilted her head to one side, then to the other. “Nope! So far, all you’ve offered is food. Now, who sucks at negotiations? I’m not remotely hungry.”
“Fair point,” he acknowledged, his voice low and steady. “How about I fuck you to sleep?”
She nibbled her bottom lip, her gaze roaming his frame with an intensity that made him feel her caress without her even touching him. Yeah, negotiations were over. He had her.
Aldrich took a step towards her, but she held up her hand, halting him in his tracks with a gesture that was both playful and commanding.
“And?”
“And what?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow, amused by the game she was playing.
“What else are you offering? Because your behaviour was truly egregious.”
“I’ll make you come again,” he offered, his tone both confident and teasing.
“I want to sit on your face,” she countered, her words direct and unapologetic.
Really!? Was she really threatening him with a good time?
“Deal.” He couldn’t wait to get his hands and tongue on her. The thought of wearing her thighs like earmuffs already had him hard.
Sorinah looked pleased with herself, but she had no idea what she was in for. It was okay; she would soon find out. He picked her up, putting her over his shoulder, barely breaking stride. The smoothness and effortlessness paid homage to firefighters.
Her surprised shriek made him chuckle, but it was her stern words that shot straight to his dick, stroking it. “You better not drop me, DH!”
“Who the hell is DH?”
“You, Dick Hole!” she giggled.
For her trouble, he rewarded her with a swat on the ass—just enough sting to make her gasp and arch slightly. He liked the feel of his palm on her bare ass, the way her skin warmed under his touch. So did she. The sound she made sounded suspiciously like a moan.
Aldrich deposited her on the bed with a gentle firmness, his movements deliberate as he rid himself of his joggers and boxers.
He watched, his breath hitching slightly, as she parted those thick thighs of hers, giving him a front-row view of her stunning pussy.
Plump, slick lips lightly covered in soft, low curls, not to mention her pearl peeking out, practically inviting him to partake.
He stroked his dick as he lay beside her on the bed, just enough to take the edge off the mounting tension.
Thank God he came earlier, otherwise his touch would have been enough to push him over the edge.
The scent of her arousal mingled with the warmth of the room, and the sound of their breathing—ragged and anticipatory—filled the space between them.
His pulse quickened, and he could feel the heat of her gaze on him, hungry and unwavering.
“Come have a seat,” he ordered, his voice firm as he pulled her towards him, his grip on her hips was firm.
“If you’re sure,” she replied, her tone sassy but with a hint of doubt that lingered beneath the surface. She had nothing to worry about; he was more than capable of handling her.
“Yeah, Kitten, I’m positive,” he reassured her, his voice laced with a mix of patience and anticipation.
They laced their fingers together as she positioned herself above him, her movements slow. She paused, hovering just above him, teasing him with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, a heady mix that made his pulse quicken.
“Having fun?” he asked, his voice amused. He had no problem waiting for his treat, enjoying the way she kept him on edge.
“Yes, actually I am,” she admitted, a playful glint in her eyes.
“I’m here waiting,” he said, his tone both teasing as he held her gaze, savouring the tension between them.
Of course, his Kitten had to be a tease.
She took her sweet time lowering her honeyed pussy.
When she finally got low enough. His tongue swiped between her folds.
She gasped as she squirmed away from his probing tongue.
He tightened his hold on her hips, holding her in place, as he teased her with his tongue, alternating between soft licks and firmer strokes.
She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into his touch.
He could feel her body trembling as she fought to stay still, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
His tongue continued its exploration, savouring her taste and the way she responded to his every touch.
She was so responsive, so eager, and he loved it.
“Fuck!” she roared, her voice echoing around the room as he paused, pulling back slightly to let the anticipation build.
He chuckled softly, enjoying the way her body tensed in anticipation before resuming his playful exploration, this time even more slowly.
Her moans grew louder, her body arching further into his touch.
He could feel her trembling, her breath hitching as his tongue drove her closer to her release.
Her body tensed, teetering on the edge, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, her nectar flooded his tongue.
He savoured every moment, every drop, his grip on her hips tightening as she shuddered through her release.
As her body went limp above him, he gently rolled over so she could lie beside him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“That was nice,” she said wistfully, her voice soft and dreamy, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.
Something about having her come on his face gave him a second wind, a renewed surge of desire that made him grin. “We are only getting started,” he murmured, his voice promising, as he leaned in to brush a kiss against her damp skin, ready to take them both higher.