Aurora’s entire body was on fire, the only thing that would extinguish it was to get out of his space, out of the reach of his grasp, from beneath his gaze.
Breathlessly, she nodded. “Yeah, you’ve told me.”
Khalif abandoned the marinade, wiped his hands off on the nearby towel, and entered her space. He boxed her in and peered down at her, lust mixed with certainty in his eyes made her feet want to slip from under her. “Stop working me.”
Aurora tucked her lips between her teeth.
“No more control,” he grumbled as he lifted her chin.
Aurora’s last two rules were suspended in the air, ready to disappear. Never go home with a patron,rule broken. Never get in the car with a patron,broken. Never tell a patron your real name,broken. Never sleep with a patron,pending. Never lose your control,pending.
“Control keeps me from making mistakes,” she muttered back, his mouth millimeters from hers. “Keeps me from jumpingoff into the deep end and making a mess of myself and things. And-”
Khalif cut her words short with a soft peck against her lips. Slow, but intense and needed. Overdue. The simple kiss intensified to open mouths, tongues accepting swipes over the other, bottom lips being nibbled and sucked. The space between their bodies erased as Khalif held her into him firmly as if he were trying to fuse them together.
Aurora’s hands gripped his shirt, sense now gone.
“We’re cooking,” she muttered, trying to grab some form of control.
“It can wait.” Khalif moved her from the counter to the island. “This dress, is it special?”
“No, picked it up off the clearance rack,” Aurora muttered as he spun her around. She moaned slightly at the swipe of his hand over her shoulders removing her hair out of his way. He kissed her neck and shoulder before asking.
“Can I touch you, Aurora?”
With ease, she droned, “Yes.”
He palmed her ass through the silky fabric of the dress. “Can I taste you?”
“Yes.”
Khalif effortlessly ripped her dress off of her at the seam and watched the fabric cascade to her feet. Every part of her he wanted to touch the night before was explored by his fingertips.
“You’re beautiful, Aurora,” Khalif shared. His thick fingers pressed against her lace-covered center before ripping them from her. With every hiss of her breathing, his dick stiffened. Sliding his hands into her panties, he studied the way her body reacted to his touch. He wanted her to melt in his palm. “You know that?”
The euphoria of expectation rendered her speechless.
“Fuck,” he blew, spinning her around and placing her atop the island. Spreading her thighs, he asked again, “You know that right?”
The question was accompanied by the glide of his finger into her taut center.
“Mmm,” Aurora hummed, trying to focus on anything other than what feeling he was provoking over her.
Khalif kissed her again, working her center with precision. “Answer me, Aurora Wilson.”
“Yes,” she slurred. “I’ve been told.”
“But do you know?”
Aurora’s eyes ping pong between his.
He smirked, demanding her eye contact with the squeeze of her clit between his fingers. “Can I make you feel it? Know it?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpered, as he pushed another finger inside, making a mess of her. Aurora watched as he kneeled in front of her and took her center into his mouth. “Ahh shit.”
She took his nectar-covered fingers into her mouth while he drank from her river. Hungrily licking and sucking, Khalif gripped her thighs and moaned. She watched, trying to commit all of this to memory to get her through the lonely nights. While suspended in lust, she knew not to expect forever out of this.
“Uh uh,” he groaned. “Come back to me, stay in this with me.”
