“I don’t like thinking of you out there.”
“I’m here now.” My voice is quiet, soothing.
His is not. “Yes, you are.”
Reaching up, he cups my cheeks in his strong hands, and his mouth covers mine, pushing my lips apart and plunging in his tongue. It’s insistent, demanding. My back is pressed to the door, and he kisses me as if he’s claiming what’s his. It’s fucking hot as hell, and I feel the heat all the way to my panties.
A little whimper escapes my throat, and it’s like fuel to the fire. His hands go to my waist, ripping my silk blouse out of my skirt.
“Oh,” I gasp as his palms smooth over the bare skin of my sides, rising higher to the band of my bra.
His lips are on mine again, and I hold his cheeks, doing my best to keep up with his kisses. His mouth moves quickly, pulling my lips, nipping my jaw. He’s desperate, starving, but so am I. I want him so much. Lifting his head, he looks deep into my eyes.
I nod so slowly, but it’s all he needs. With a fast jerk, my shirt is open, revealing my black lace bra. The demi-cups only reach the tops of my areolas, and they rise and fall on every breath.
“You’re so beautiful.” He roughly cups my breasts with both hands, lifting them together.
I squirm against the heat zipping through my body. My back is against the door, and I’m burning up inside as he hooks his thumbs in the cups and jerks them down, exposing my tight nipples.
“Remi,” I whisper, but he doesn’t look up. He lowers his head to give one a firm suck. The other he pinches between his fingertips.
My knees nearly give out, and my panties are drenched. “Oh, god.” All my good intentions are flying out the window. “We can’t have sex out here.”
Once more his mouth finds mine, and I kiss him back with as much ferocity, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hand finds the doorknob behind me and turns it. We both stagger into my room, but he rotates me, putting my back against the wall again.
Stepping back, he looks at me, eyes dark and stormy. I’m standing with my shirt torn open, my breasts spilling over my bra, breathing like I’ve just run a marathon. His gaze is like a rough caress, sliding over my sizzling skin.
“You are so fucking sexy.” Reaching out, he cups my breast, sliding his thumb across my nipple. A soft noise hiccups from my throat, and his eyes flare with lust. “I want to taste you. I want you all over my face, coming and screaming my name.”
Oh, shit.
I can’t even answer before he drops to his knees and shoves my skirt up to my waist.
He murmurs ayes, when he sees I’m wearing thigh-high black pantyhose. Large hands grip my legs, lifting me as if I weigh nothing, opening me to him, and jerking my thong to the side of my bare pussy. “Beautiful.”
“Oh, god,” I gasp at the first pass of his warm tongue over my sensitive clit.
My knees melt when he does it again, then again, circling and sucking. Another noise trembles from my throat as heat surges low in my pelvis. God, it feels so good.
I reach down, fisting my hand in his thick hair as the pleasure tightens between my legs. His movements are quicker, his light stubble scuffing the charged skin of my inner thighs. My head drops back and my hips rotate in time with his movements.I’m going to come so hard…
“Remi…” It’s a cry as he plunges a thumb into me, still licking and sucking. “Remi!” My cry is even louder.
The pressure grows tighter and tighter, my thighs flex, and with one more firm suck, one more slow lick, I shatter, moaning and rocking against his expert mouth.
My hips buck, and my back arches. Then I bend forward, the waves of orgasm shuddering through my entire body, centering between my legs.
He doesn’t stop, tasting me as if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever had. Until at last I’m begging. “I can’t… it’s too much.”
Lowering me gently to my wobbly feet, he sits back and looks up at me. A satisfied smile is on his lips. “You’re perfect.”
Rising slowly, he holds my face in one hand, lifting my chin. Our eyes melt together, and he leans down to kiss me. His other hand palms my breast again, sliding over my erect nipple.
I taste myself on his lips. I feel the massive bulge in his pants, pressing against my stomach. It’s wanton and erotic, and he kisses a line across my cheek to my ear. “Here is right where I intend to keep you.”
I can’t speak. I’m wrecked from that amazing orgasm, but he steps back, opening the door again. “Goodnight, Ruby. Sleep well.”
The door closes sharply, and he’s gone, leaving me in the center of my room, my mind blown, and my clothes disheveled.
