I kiss him, every feeling poured into the sensations passing through our lips and he understands perfectly. I can’t stop. I don’t want to. For the first time in my life, I’m in charge of how I feel. I don’t want it to be over as soon as possible so I can scrub the feeling away in the shower and hopefully not have to do it again too soon. I want it to last all night. I want to be able to touch him every day, make him mine and give myself to him in return.
“Turn around,” he orders huskily.
I do as he asks without hesitation. I face away from him, but make sure I turn slowly so his eyes can drink me in. He slides thedress off my shoulders, down my arms and pushes it gently over my hips. The garment pools at my feet until I’m standing in only heels and black lace panties.
He groans and his finger lightly touches the back of my neck before he trails it down my spine. He elicits a shiver from me and his touch twinned with the exposure causes my nipples to peak. He takes his time, placing feather-light touches in the curve of my waist, the backs of my legs…
I hear the thunk of his shoes being discarded, then the clink of his belt buckle being undone. His hands travel back up and down my body, deliciously torturous, until they come to rest on my shoulders.
He turns me toward him gently and sucks in a deep breath when I’m fully facing him. His hand cups one of my breasts, gently stroking my nipple with his thumb. Fire jolts of electricity to my core and I let out a whimper. He takes a step back and keeps me at arm’s length, letting his gaze drift over my hard nipples and dropping down to my flat stomach, then traveling the length of my legs.
“Mmm, black lace,” he mutters appreciatively. “And heels. I love the heels.”
If it were anyone else I would feel objectified, but it’s not anyone else. It’s Denham King and I feel beautiful. Desired.
“I want to see you in just heels more often…and diamonds…” he muses. “Yes, heels and diamonds.”
I can’t wait any longer. I step toward him and reach for the button on his pants, his belt is hanging open and his torso is on display. He is an Adonis.
Sculpted. Bronzed. Beautiful.
I undo his zipper and slide my hands in the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to join my dress on the floor, I’m met with skin.
No boxers. No briefs. Hot, smooth skin with no more barriers between us.
I take a deep breath, knowing that this seductive undressing is about to come to an end and I need a minute to try and gather my thoughts. He’s gloriously naked in front of me, so I give in to my desire to touch him, sliding my hand between us, down the channel of his 'V'. I take his length in my palm and wrap my fingers around him firmly. His chest shudders.
“Fuck…” I mutter under my breath.
“Was that a request, Stunner?” he jokes with a smirk, flashing me that sexy dimple.
“Yes,” I reply seriously. “I can’t take it anymore. I want you inside me.”
His eyes widen and his body stills. I’ve stunned him with my directness.
He seals my words with a hard kiss and backs me up to the bed before laying me down gently. My hair falls around my head in ringlets and Denham leans down to touch it.
“I love your hair in curls. I love your hair any way you wear it. You’re perfect, Ari, you really are.” I don’t turn away at his words. “You’re not embarrassed that I called you perfect, Arianna?” he says, his finger trailing lightly from the curl in my hair, along my collarbone and down my body between my breasts. He stops when he reaches my stomach and places the heel of his hand over my sex.
“No, I’m not embarrassed,” I whisper.
“Would you be embarrassed if I did this?” He dips his head and sucks one of my tight nipples into his mouth. The pressure increases in my core and I rotate my hips against his hand, trying to find some friction. He groans against my flesh, releasing my nipple from his lips and blowing gently across the wet skin, causing it to tighten and peak.
My chest tightens and my breath is shallow. “No,” I reply hoarsely.
His hands slide over my smooth skin, the rough pads of his fingers heightening the sensation as he trails my waist and hips before hooking his thumbs into the corners of my panties. The muscles in his arms bunch as he pulls, ripping the delicate fabric and exposing the last covered part of me. I gasp as he tugs me to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees. He runs his hands slowly up the inside of my legs. Torturously slow.
Then he licks. The hypersensitive nerve endings have my body jerking in response to his tongue. I’ve never been licked there and embarrassment washes over me. I turn my head into the mattress and my curls follow to mask my face.
“Arianna…” his voice is low, seductive with an edge of concern. “You don’t like that?”
“I … I’ve never …”
“I will not let you be embarrassed now. Look at me,” he commands.
I turn my head slowly, curls still covering some of my face. His fists are buried into the mattress beside my head and his body is towering over me, stretching all his defined muscles. “I told you before, I want to cover every inch of you…I want to explore every part of your body with my eyes, my lips and my hands. But I won’t do it if you’re shying away. Be bold.”
I brush the curls from my face and look directly in his eyes. They’re burning. “No one has ever kissed me…there…before…” I feel small and inexperienced.
