I shiver, gripping his neck as he bends, scooping me up effortlessly.My legs wrap around his waist, my body pressing into his as he carries me.
I know exactly where this is heading.
And I don’t want to stop.
Inside his room, he lowers me to my feet.
Only a second passes before our mouths fuse in a kiss so desperate it feels like we’ve been starving for this moment.I move instinctively, fumbling with the last of his buttons, yanking his shirt off, and letting it fall to the floor.
My fingers skim over his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle, down the ridges of his stomach, a subtle tension building in my palms as I explore every inch of him.
A low, guttural sound rumbles from his throat when I drag my nails lightly across the waistband of his pants.The sound alone makes me needy.
I’m tugging at his belt, pulling at the fabric in my urgency.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans.His words send a fresh ache between my thighs.
His hands are on me, fingers curling around the fabric of my jeans, gripping tight as he tugs downward.Then I lift my arms, letting him peel the top off in one swift motion.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
I stand before him in my black lace set, the one I picked with this exact moment in mind, hoping and praying this would happen tonight.His gaze roams over me, slow and deliberate, drinking me in like I’m something worth savoring.And God, I feel it.Even though he’s not touching me, his stare alone is enough to send tingles scattering across my skin, as if his fingers are tracing the same path his eyes follow.
He stands before me in navy boxers; the fabric doing little to hide just how badly he wants this.
Stepping closer, his hand finds my hip, pulling me flush against him.
Our mouths collide again, and when we break apart, he slips my bra straps off my shoulders, his fingertips grazing my skin as he reaches behind me to unclasp it.
My bra hits the floor.I kick it aside, already reaching for him, my fingers dipping beneath his waistband, pushing the fabric down.
A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip of his cock, and heat floods my body at the sight.
I drop to my knees, never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
His fingers thread through my hair, watching my lips part and my hand grab around the thick base of him, feeling the heat, the weight, the way he twitches in my grasp.Slowly, I drag my tongue along the tip, tasting the saltiness of him, savoring the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
His hand tightens in my hair, a sharp tug that sends sparks of pleasure straight through me.
I open my mouth wider, taking him in, feeling his thick length glide along my tongue.I take as much as I can, and when I glance up through my lashes, I find his gaze locked on me, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and heavy-lidded.
“Jesus,” he groans.
My lips curve around him as I hollow my cheeks and suck, my hand stroking in a steady rhythm.His grip in my hair tightens more, his other hand bracing against the back of my head, guiding me, urging me forward.
“Gonna let me come down your pretty throat, Trouble?”
I hum around him, feeling the way his thighs tense beneath my hands.I want that, but not yet.Not when there’s something else I crave even more.
So I pull back at the last second, releasing him.Sitting back on my heels, I lick my lips as I watch him.His hands flex at his sides.
“I should’ve known you were a fucking tease.”
I stare up at him.
He’s hungry…
