Joel releases my wrists to slide the shirt from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at our feet. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me in just my bra, his gaze lingering on the curves of my breasts spilling over the cups, the softness of my waist, the fullness of my hips still hidden by his pants.
"Beautiful," he breathes, and the raw honesty in his voice makes me believe him. "Turn around."
I obey without hesitation, facing the wall, palms flat against the warm wood.
Behind me, I feel him step closer, his chest brushing my back as he sweeps my hair to one side, exposing my neck. His lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and I moan as he sucks hard enough to leave a mark.
"Mine," he growls against my skin, and the possessiveness in that single word makes me tremble.
His hands slide around my waist, one splaying flat against my stomach, holding me against him. I feel the fabric loosening around my hips, and then his hand is slipping beneath the waistband of my panties, fingers seeking and finding the slick heat between my thighs.
"Fuck," he breathes against my ear as his fingers slide through my folds. "So wet for me already."
I can only whimper in response as he circles my clit with precision, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward.
His other arm wraps around my waist, supporting me as my knees threaten to give out. I press back against him, feeling thehard ridge of his bulge against my ass, and he groans, the sound vibrating through my body.
"Not yet," he says, withdrawing his hand from my panties. "Not like this."
Before I can protest the loss, he's turning me to face him again, lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all. I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping as the position brings his hardness directly against me.
He carries me across the room to a sturdy wooden table, setting me on the edge with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the hunger in his eyes.
"Want to see you," he explains, his hands going to the clasp of my bra. "All of you."
The bra falls away, and I resist the urge to cover myself. Joel's gaze is almost a physical thing, hot and appreciative as it roams over my naked breasts. My nipples tighten under his scrutiny, and when he dips his head to take one into his mouth, I cry out at the sensation of wet heat and gentle suction.
His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through me.
One hand comes up to cup my other breast, thumb circling the nipple in rhythm with the movements of his mouth. I thread my fingers through his dark hair, holding him against me, arching into the exquisite sensation.
When he switches to my other breast, the cool air on my wet nipple makes me shiver. His hand slides from my waist to my hip, tugging at the loose pants.
"Lift up," he commands, and I comply, allowing him to pull the denim down my thighs and off completely, leaving me in just my panties.
Joel straightens, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of me perched on his table, nearly naked and trembling with desire. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that I feel in my bones. "So fucking perfect."
He steps between my spread thighs, hands gripping my knees to pull me closer to the edge of the table. The position leaves me open, vulnerable, and I can feel how wet I am, how ready for him. When his fingers trace the edge of my panties, I squirm, seeking more direct contact.
"Patience," he warns, but there's a smile in his voice as he hooks his fingers under the elastic and slowly, torturously draws the fabric down my legs.
Now I'm completely naked while he remains fully clothed, and the disparity should make me feel exposed, uncertain. But it's intoxicating—the way he looks at me like I'm the most precious thing he's ever seen, the way his control seems to slip a little more with each passing moment.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing them further apart as he moves closer. "Want to taste you," he says, dropping to his knees before I can respond.
The first stroke of his tongue against my clit nearly undoes me. I gasp, hands flying to grip the edge of the table as he explores with deliberate, maddening precision. His hands hold my thighs apart, thumbs pressing into sensitive flesh as he licks and sucks with focused intensity.
"Joel," I moan, hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh God."
He hums in response, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure building low in my belly. His tongue works with methodical skill, alternating between firm pressure and feather-light teasing until I'm gasping and trembling on the edge of release.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm asking for.
Joel seems to know.
He rises in one fluid motion, his hands immediately going to his belt. I watch, mesmerized and still trembling from the pleasure that had been building, as he undoes the buckle and pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself.
He's large—intimidatingly so—and for a moment I wonder if this will work. But the concern dissolves under the tide of renewed desire as he positions himself between my thighs.
