“You bought this while you were with yourmother?”
I chuckled. “No, love. Cat and I separated from our mothers for an hour so Payton could buy Cat her birthday gift without us. She insisted I buy this. I wasn’t sure it would fit.”
“Well, it does.”
I smiled up at him. “Yes.”
“But it’s not gonna be on you for long.”
“I figured. Just don’t tear it when you take it off me.”
He’d destroyed three of my favorite gifts that made up my wedding trousseau and this was bought in an attempt to replenish my stash.
“I’m gonna need you to get those panties off, then.”
“Not going to do that,” I said, my hand sliding under his long-sleeved T-shirt.
“And why not.”
“Because I don’t need to.” I tugged on his jeans, the button releasing, then I slid the zipper down and slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs. “They’re crotchless.”
His quiet hiss gave me the reaction I wanted, and I licked my lips as he pushed his jeans down his hips and his cock sprang free.
I started to kneel, but Arric stopped me, guiding me to the edge of the mattress. “My turn tonight.”
“What? Why? I never get to taste,” I complained.
“Bullshit.” He cupped my breasts, his thumbs whispering over my nipples before he tugged the top down, freeing my breasts completely. Leaning down he ran his tongue over one nipple, then the other, before cupping my face and kissing me. “You are perfection.”
I slid my hands up his chest. “You are too.”
“On your back, Isla, knees up.”
My heart raced as I assumed the position.
“Spread,” he ordered as he settled himself between my legs and I opened my knees, baring everything to him.
“Jesus,” he breathed out, lowering his mouth to my folds, and running his tongue between them. I slid my fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth, sliding a leg over his shoulder.
He hooked his hand behind my knee and pushed me wider, sucking my clit as I dug my heel into his shoulder blade.
“I need you, love.”
“You need to practice patience,” he retorted, his tongue darting inside of me.
I moaned, arching into him again, and he raised his head just enough to narrow his eyes at me.
“What?” I breathed out.
He grinned. “Nothing, you’re just predictable.”
I leaned up on my arms. “And that’s a problem, because…?”
“It’s not a problem for me. I just want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I am enjoying myself.” I flopped back down. “Now, please continue.”
He laughed, crawling over me, and settling his hands on each side of my waist, leaning down to press his nose to mine before kissing me. “You want this, Isla?” he taunted, pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance.
