“I don’t have any protection with me.” He tries to step back, but I stop him.
It’s as if another person has taken me over because I’m never this bold. “I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”
He pauses. “Yes, I was checked after my ex, and I haven’t been with anyone else since.”
“Perfect.” I grind against him again removing all hesitation.
He chuckles. “You’ll be saying that again soon,” he says as he brings me over to the kitchen table and lays me across it, settling my heels on his shoulders. I watch as he slowly slides his hands up my legs, his mouth leaving kisses and bites right behind his hands on his way up to the hem of my shorts. I’m trying not to squirm off the table as his mouth hovers on my center, the hot air of his breath making my body weep for him. James places the smallest amount of pressure against my wound-up ball of nerves, sending my eyes to the back of my head.
Fuck.
My whole body shivers involuntarily at the contact. He hooks his fingers around my waistband and drags my shorts ever so slowly down my body. I don’t dare move or breathe, afraid he might stop at any moment. I’ve been anticipating his hands on me again since the moment he saved me in the club. Being here now doesn’t even come close to the nights I’ve imagined my own hands as his. Even with his torturous pace, it’s so much better than I could have ever dreamed. But I’m like a feral beast at this point and want nothing more than to forget these past few months ever happened.
His hands slide back up my thighs, slowly. His calluses scrape against my smooth skin, giving me at leastsome sort of friction. I wiggle on the table, silently begging him to give me the release I desperately need.
James moves one hand to rest on my lower stomach. “Patience. I’ve waited this long for you. I’m going to take my time.” He smiles at me as I whimper under his intense gaze raking over every inch of my body. He continues to hold me in place as he slides one of the chairs in between my spread legs and sits. With one hand holding me down, the other glides back up my thigh, pressing my legs further apart in front of him. The only thing keeping me from being laid bare for him is my tiny lace thong that barely covers anything.
James caresses the edge of my panties leaving me breathless. His thumb slides under the seam of lace, caressing my tightly wound bundle of nerves. My hips jump towards him, but his other hand holds me in place. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
My head falls back on the table as a moan floats up my throat. His thumb is like an expert on my body. I know how insane that sounds given we barely know each other. I can’t with this man.
He moves the thin material to the side as his thumb continues making slow circles. Then I feel his tongue flick up my center. “Oh my God,” I say.
He hums in response but keeps his pace slow and steady, driving me crazy. I’m aching with need, and this climb is showing me how impatient I truly am.
I slide my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, showing him I want it rougher. He pushes into me with aflick upward then nips at my sensitive center with his teeth.
“Holy fuck!” I throw my head back further, seeing stars, my back arching off the table. He flicks his tongue in circles to soothe the ache before nipping at me again. The mixture of pleasure and pain has me seeing spots. My body shakes from the most intense orgasm of my life.
I grip the table, my nails digging in as I try to catch my breath. I can’t function. My entire body is on hyper sensitivity.
James laps up my orgasm, humming the entire time as my body jerks in response to every light touch of his tongue. He does one final swipe and stands slowly, still holding me to the table, and slides his thumb across my bottom lip. My eyes lock onto his as I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around it.
He groans. “I could watch this all day, but don’t worry, we will have time for that later. Right now, I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll forget any other man before me.”
I release his thumb with a pop of my lips and smirk before he grabs my ass and slides me to the edge of the table. I yelp at the sudden movement, but now I’m the one who’s hungry, watching as he slides his pants off in one smooth motion, his cock springing free.
James prowls back between my legs and looks down. “You’re beautiful.” He slides his hands up to my hips. “Hold on.” I reach out to the sides of the table and wrapmy fingers around the curved edges. “Good girl,” he says before burying himself inside of me in one thrust.
I gasp and James pauses as he waits for me to adjust to his size. I rotate my hips and wiggle under him. He takes the opportunity to withdraw out and slam back home, again and again. My next orgasm is building when he reaches between us and rubs my clit with his thumb while his other hand lightly grips my throat to hold me in place while he picks up his pace. I grip the edges of the table harder to keep myself from bursting into tiny particles of light, but it’s no use. He’s an expert at stimulating my body.
“Let me feel you come, Alex.”
That’s all it takes. The rumble of his voice, the pressure of his fingers, and his delicious cock thrusting into me.
“Fuck!” I arch my body towards James, and he cradles my head as he continues pumping into me, dragging out my orgasm before I feel him tense and spill into me.
“You are perfection.” James whispers into my hair, rubbing circles on my shoulder. “I could stay in this moment forever.”
All I can do is nod because my body has turned into Jell-o. He slowly withdraws then picks me up and carries me to the bed in front of the fireplace. He gently sets me down before going into the kitchen. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth and kneels betweenmy legs again. He gently wipes the cloth up my leg to my center.
“You don’t need to do that,” I say.
He looks up at me while he continues his path. “I want to. I like taking care of you,” he says with no room for argument. His hands are slow and soothing as he cleans up our mess.
I want to melt into a puddle or squeal with delight, but both options feel awkward to do with an audience. I cover my eyes and try to hide my stupid smile.
CHAPTER 15
