“I have to touch you, angel,” he said huskily, sliding the fabric up higher, past the waistband of the stockings, exposing her hips and pale, bare stomach. “God, I’ve got to touch you,” he groaned. “Put your arms up,” he ordered, pushing the dress up and over her arms.
The innate command had her obeying before she thought twice, and suddenly she was nearly naked, standing before him in her delicate cream lace bra and tights while he was fully dressed. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, but he held her wrists and pinned them to the counter on either side of her. The sight of her arms pinned in his strong grip sent a delicious shock through her, and she shivered, making her breasts tremble and her nipples tighten.
“Fuck,” he groaned, taking in her body with a hot, deeply appreciative gaze. “I can’t stop thinking about your gorgeous fucking tits. Licking them and biting them until you?—”
Lily whimpered. She couldn’t help it.
“Yes,” he muttered, nuzzling between the deep cleavage in her bra. She was suddenly very, very grateful she’d taken the time to put on pretty underthings. Not with any thought of her date—but for herself and now for the molten-hot look of the man in front of her. “That sound. I fucking love it when you make that sound.”
The flick of his tongue down into the cups of her bra nearly undid her, and she tugged at her hands, her fingers flexing with the need to touch him.
“Not yet, angel,” he murmured into her. “Let me touch you first. These nipples are begging to be sucked.”
He dragged the lacy cups down with his teeth, and her nipples—dark pink and flushed already—popped up andover, and he latched onto one eagerly. “Jesus fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned around the bud, and the enthusiasm in his voice made Lily melt. “Look how tight they are.” His tongue swept across the ridged bud, and Lily heard her own soft groan at the erotic sight of his dark head at her chest, worshipping her with words and lips and tongue. “I want to bite them until they’re red and swollen and then suck them until you come.”
Her eyes rolled back at his words, and, hands still pinned, she arched her back, offering herself unabashedly to his mouth. He took deep mouthfuls of her, alternating between sucking hard and sweeping kisses across her collarbone and neck as if he couldn’t get enough of her. “Rush…” she moaned, shifting her thighs together, already feeling the flutters down her spine.
“So needy,” he muttered between deep sucks. “I’m going to make you feel all better.” He let go of her hands abruptly, grasping her waist to turn and lift her onto the counter with an ease that took her breath away. Lily held onto his broad shoulders as he settled her where he wanted then tugged the waistband of her tights, along with her panties, down, down, first off one hip as she shifted, then the other, and finally off her legs completely.
Lily gazed down at the red line her tights had made around her waist, self-conscious once again, but Rush settled his mouth there, tenderly soothing the marks with his tongue, and she didn’t think anymore.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, trying to keep her eyes open. She didn’t want to miss the sight of him, but his tongue gliding slowly down her body was enough to push her over the dark edge of reason.
“You need this, don’t you?” he murmured, nuzzling her pussy. “Are you wet here for me, darlin’?”
Lily looked down, one arm supporting herself behind her on the counter and one thrust tightly into his hair, holding hismouth to hers, and she whimpered, unable to stop herself from trying to rub against his hot, eager mouth.
“Put your foot on the counter,” he ordered, helping her when she just stared dazedly at him.
The position exposed her to him fully, in minute detail, and the same threat of shyness pulled at her, but Rush didn’t hesitate. He pushed her thighs even farther apart, groaning at the sight of her pink, slick flesh, her clit a throbbing little bundle of nerves just begging for attention.
He slid his lips down over her belly and, nuzzling the damp red curls between her legs, murmured dark, erotic things that made Lily want to push his head down and her pussy straight into his dirty mouth because, holy hell, she wanted to come. All thoughts of shyness evaporated, and she threaded her hand through his hair, pulling him closer even as he willingly pressed his mouth to her slit.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, one hand spreading her wide as he settled his mouth directly over her clit.
Lily let out a scream of pleasure.
“You taste so good,” he groaned into her, taking a tiny nip at her clit and making her gasp before soothing it with a kiss. “Gonna make you come so hard. You deserve that, don’t you, angel?”
His mouth was raw and rough, gentle and tender, and he was absolutely relentless as he ate at her. The dark riptide of pleasure threatened to carry her away, and she panicked once again, trying to edge away and see to his pleasure. She should—he didn’t have to—“Rush, let me?—”
“Don’t fucking move,” he murmured, shifting hard against her. The jangle of a belt buckle registered, along with the rhythmic movement of his arm, but all she could see was the back of his head, and all she heard was the slick sounds of his mouth working between her legs like he couldn’t get enough.Her eyes slid closed, and her head tilted back, her attention narrowed to one throbbing, aching need that only he could take care of.
“Christ, Lily,” he growled against her wet flesh, the words making her vibrate. “You’ve been torturing me, walking around town in those tight little outfits, with these perfect fucking tits bouncing.” His hand shot up, squeezing her breast hard, almost desperately.
In the space between their bodies, she caught sight of the muscles in his abdomen, tight and flexing, and below, his dick, a long, thick shaft, gleaming wet at the tip from his hand. Her mouth went dry.
“I’ve been picturing you in front of that mirror in your studio, nipples all tight and begging for my mouth.”
He groaned again, sucking harder at her clit, and slid two fingers into her, gliding knowingly over the sensitive spot inside her that made her clench and flutter on his fingers. Lily’s eyesight went blurry, and she tensed against the onslaught of desire threatening to take her under. “Oh, I’m?—”
She gripped his shoulders and held on, a high-pitched whimper echoing in the kitchen as the wave took her over, again and again, making her body stiffen and shake while he stayed with her, absorbing the ripples with his mouth.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Rush muttered when she finally stopped shaking. He rose, kissing her quickly on the mouth, where she tasted herself, musk and salt and pleasure, before he gripped her hand and brought it to his cock, fisting himself in both of their hands. His cock was flushed a deep, angry red, almost throbbing with need, and Lily stroked gently, afraid of hurting him.
Rush gripped her hand tighter, jerking their hands harder and firmer than she would have alone—several short, sharp pulls—until his cock, impossibly, swelled even more, and he pushedher back, coming on her pale belly with his jaw tight and his eyes fierce as they watched together.
Rush’s breath came out rough against her ear. He leaned his head into her neck, panting in time with her own gasps.
