Take your time,Neil.I have to remind myself not to act like a damn school kid excited to get his cock wet for the first time as I push open the door of my condo. Even my reminders to take it easy might be pointless, however. It feels like it’s been way too long that I’ve been waiting for this moment. It’s been years that I bided my time, waiting for Desiree. Having her here, in my arms, feels all too real and like a fantasy at the same damn time.
I press her back against my door, severing our kiss so that I can peer down at her. I take in her kiss-swollen lips, a result of my insane need to touch and feel those soft lips against my own even as I drove back to my place. Every red light we caught, I found my lips covering hers.
“I hope you’re not planning on staring at me all night,” she teases.
I grin at the same time my hands make their way underneath the leather jacket she has on. Sliding the coat down the length of her arms, I say, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you’re trying to seduce me.”
Her smile broadens as she wraps her arms around my neck. “I might be. My very own holiday seduction.”
My cock pulses. I retake her mouth, crashing mine down over hers, yanking a moan from the back of her throat. The muscles in my stomach tense and burn with a deep, abiding need to make her mine entirely. There’s no other way to describe it. I won’t betakingDesiree or only fucking her. I will own her mind, body, and soul tonight.
“We’ll save the tour for the morning,” I say against her lips while pulling her from the door and walking her back to my bedroom.
“Good.” Her voice is so breathless I almost miss her one-word response, but it, too, fills me with an undeniable desire.
Kicking open the door to my bedroom, I immediately flick on the light, illuminating the room. I need to see her all of her. I’ve waited too fucking long for any of this to be shrouded in darkness.
“I want you so fucking much,” I growl while forcing myself to take a step back. “Strip for me, Desi. Show me what’s beneath that damn dress.”
Her eyelids flutter, and I see the hesitation on her face.
“Don’t think about it, just do it,” I order.
Slowly, her hands move to the belt buckle that cinches in the sides of the dress. She undoes it, letting the belt fall to the floor. I don’t move my gaze from her frame.
“Look at me in the eye while you undress for me,” I say.
Those innocent, chocolate eyes of hers lift, meeting mine, and my chest fucking aches at the emotion she elicits in me.
“Take off your clothes,” I command in a low tone, stepping closer but still out of reach. I can’t get too close yet. I need her to bare herself to me first.
She undoes the buttons of the front of her dress and slides the fabric off her body, revealing the black, lace bra and panty set. Only years of discipline resulting from my recovery keep me from ravaging her.
With patience I didn’t know I was capable of mustering, I watch as she undoes the back clasp of her bra and lets it fall away from her body. The panties are the last to go, but as soon as they hit the floor, I’m on her.
“Oh,” she breathes out when my mouth closes around one of her pert nipples.
This. This is what I’ve been hungering for, for weeks now. I let my tongue meet with the tip of her nipple, savoring the taste of her skin. With measured steps, I walk us back to my bed, carefully laying Desiree down before stepping in between her legs as they rest over the side of the bed.
I drink her in with my gaze, trying to decide where I want to touch next.Everywhere,my mind screams at me, and when it takes too long for me to choose, I go for her second nipple. I give it as much attention as I gave the first. I am a generous lover if I say so my damn self. Or maybe, I’m just greedy. I want all of her, until there’s nothing left, and even then, I’d soak up the memories until those fade out while still begging for more.
“Neil, you have too many clothes on,” Desiree says in an airy voice.
My cock yearns to be set free. Sitting back on my heels, I lift Desiree’s hands to my shirt. “Undress me, then.”
Within seconds, my shirt is off, and her hands glide down my abdomen toward my jeans. As soon as she releases the button to my jeans, I hop off the bed and finish the job for her. Before I can forget, I dig in the drawer of my nightstand and pull out a handful of condoms.
Tossing them on top of the nightstand, I take one and hand it to Desiree. “Put it on me,” I order.
Sitting up, she stares at me before taking the condom in her hand. I watch intently as she opens the packet, and then she does something that catches me completely off guard. Desiree slips the latex barrier between her teeth, opening her mouth wide enough for me to see what she intends to do.
As soon as her hand makes contact with my cock, I hiss, feeling as if her touch is searing my very being. She lowers her face to my rod and sheaths me with the condom, using only her mouth to do so.
I swear, if I were a weaker man, I could’ve come right then and there. As desperately as I wanted to taste every inch of her body, foreplay becomes an afterthought. I hook my right arm beneath her left leg, hoisting it over my shoulder as I move in between her legs.
“Neil!” she yells as I breach her opening, stretching her wide. “No, don’t stop,” she pants while digging her nails into the backs of my shoulders.
Between the feel of her pussy strangling my cock, the burn of her fingernails, and the desperation I hear in her voice, I have no choice but to keep going. Something bigger than me, larger than both of us, drives me to fill her to the hilt. We sigh together once I do. But I can’t remain still for too long.
