“I’ve wanted you for so long there’s no way in hell I’m going to rush this.” I graze my teeth across her nipple. “Too much?”
“No, I like it.”
My cock stretches painfully against my jeans. I grip the front of her dress, drag it down to her hips and kiss each side of her body.
“I really want you inside of me.”
“Shh…” I work the dress to her feet, and she steps out, giving the material an impatient kick to move it aside. I marvel at the beauty standing before me in bra and panties. She takes a deep breath. She’s so beautiful. I love every part of her.
I run my hand over each curve of her body before I move behind her, trapping her arms between our bodies. Slowly and gently, I sway us to the music.
“I like the feel of your body against mine,” I say. “Soft to my hard.”
“Trust me. I like it too.”
“I can tell. Your nipples are rock hard and your tits are perfect.” I cup the front of her panties. “And you’re drenched.”
“Do you know what would be even more perfect? You inside me.”
“You’ll get it when I give it to you.” I growl in her ear as I unfasten her bra and toss it aside. “By the time I’m through with you, your voice will be hoarse from calling my name.”
She makes a sound.
“Your tits will feel the sting of my beard and your sweet pussy will get wet every time you see my tongue.”
“Jonas…” She tries to move her arms, but I don’t let her.
“I’ll make your body crave mine like an addiction.”
“Please…I can’t take much more.”
“Yes, you can. Trust me.” I lower my hands to squeeze her ass cheeks. “Do you want me to spank you?”
“I want you to fuck me!” She’s practically snarling now.
“My beautiful woman has a temper problem. I need to mellow you out.”
“Exactly,” she says enthusiastically.
I take her panties down to her ankles. “Bend and take these off.”
When she bends, I slide my finger between her ass cheeks. “No, no. I didn’t give you permission to stand.” I smack her on the ass.
She whips her hand around and tries to grab me, but I dodge.
“See how much I want you?” I put my hand on my cock. “It aches to be inside of you.”
“Then I’ll help you out.” She reaches for me again and I smack her ass harder.
She stomps her foot. “It’s time to get on with it.”
“Besides a temper, you have a problem with being patient.”
She bites her lip, her face flushed with need, her eyes narrowed.
“Go lean across that stool with your back toward the ceiling.”
“I will, but you need to tell that damn cock of yours that I’m not happy that I’m in his natural habitat and he’s hiding.”
