Whoever this is must spend more time watching me than I realized because he tangles his fingers in my hair and grips it at the scalp.
“You like that, baby?” he asks roughly as he pulls my face closer to his, those dark eyes full of desire.
I nod and whimper, “Yes.”
Liquid heat spreads from the pit of my stomach to my aching clit. My hips buck instinctively, seeking a reprieve from this torturous arousal.
A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and my body practically melts into his as my legs give out. I grip the smooth fabric of his shirt to keep from falling and gasp when I feel how solid his body is.
Whoever he is, he’s inamazingshape.
Slowly, his hand glides from the softness of my belly down to the warmth and wetness between my legs. I moan when he dips a finger into my wet pussy and pulls it out to trace circles on my clit.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my cheeks red and chest heaving from the sheer effort of trying to breathe properly.
It’s been so long since Evan and I have been together that I’d almost forgotten how good it feels to be touched like this.
The man walks me back until I’m pressed against the fridge, one hand still pleasuring me while the other remains tangled in my hair, gripping it harder and tighter.
Fuck, I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, jerking my hips in a desperate attempt to get more of him.
The man lets go of my hair and cups my ass, pressing himself against me while still rubbing my clit. His hardened cock rests against my stomach, a warning of what to expect should we finally go further.
Beads of sweat form on my forehead as I grip his broad shoulders. Pressure builds between my legs, and I’m grinding on him like crazy, chasing that inevitable high.
My orgasm crashes into me, quick and hard. My screams of pleasure echo off the walls of the small kitchen. My stranger holds me as his finger moves faster, not stopping even as my body seizes up.
“Stop, please,” I beg pathetically. Tears and sweat fall down my face and neck and soak into my shirt.
“I’m not done yet. And neither are you,” he grunts. His eyes are so intense as he watches my face, observing the way my body practically sings for him.
“Close your eyes,” he says suddenly.
I can barely concentrate on anything but what he’s doing to me.
“Now, Essence.”
My eyes fall closed at his dark command, and I wonder why he’s asked that of me when we’re in the middle ofthisright now.
The hand holding my butt leaves for a second, then returns right before a sharp pain pierces my neck. I yelp, more from the shock of it, but then moan when something warm and wet soothes the small hurt.
Oh my God. He justbitme, which means his mask is off, and I can finally see who he is.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growls, seeming to sense what I’m thinking and biting me again.
What he’s doing to me feels so fucking good; that pressure between my legs intensifies, and after another bite, I’m holding onto him and screaming as another—more powerful—orgasm overtakes me.
My panties are wet in an instant.
Like,drenched.
He keeps his teeth clamped onto the soft flesh of my neck, one hand cupping my ass, and the other wrenching every bit of energy out of me.
I slump against him, sweaty and panting, eyes still closed and face pressed into his chest. He pulls his hands away and then tips my chin up.
“Open your eyes,” he says quietly.
