Her hands gripped my shirt, untucking it eagerly. “And then what?” she asked, low and breathy.
I found the hem of her t-shirt and tugged it over her head, taking in the lace bra she was wearing. Her breasts looked perfect in it, cleavage spilling over the top, begging for attention.
“And then I’d pay special attention to this area here.” My finger drew down the line of her cleavage, stopping at the bottom of her bra before taking her left breast in my hand and pulling it free. I leaned over, capturing her nipple between my lips and sucking softly as she tilted her head back, her breath hitching in her throat. I watched her chest rise and fall as I teased my way to her other breast.
“I wouldn’t stop here until you gave me that needy little moan that you do when you want more of me.”
I flicked the tight bud with my tongue, her nails digging into my arms. She whimpered, and I pulled back, drawing her gaze to me. I gave her a devilish grin.
“And then I’d kiss my way down here.” My hand skated down her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. “I’d tease and lick and bite and suck your skin everywhere but exactly where you wanted me. And when I had you completely at my mercy, wet and wanting and begging for me, I’d finally give you exactly what you need.”
“Show me,” she breathed, her thighs rubbing together, searching for friction. “Make me forget everything. Make me forget my own name.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. She commanded, and I obeyed.
I growled, lunging at her and lifting her onto the table. She squealed as I started at the top, nipping at the shell of her ear.
This is why I’d come tonight. She needed me, whether or not she realized it. And I would never not be there for her when she needed me.
Her fingers got to work unbuttoning my shirt. She peeled it off, dropping it to the floor.I traced her jawline with my lips before kissing her deeply and pulled her to the edge of the table. I groaned as her tongue slid past my lips, angling her head so I could explore her more fully.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and held me tightly against her. We were a desperate mess of limbs and mouths and tongues, clinging to each other, trying to get closer than our clothes would allow. Dry humping like a couple of sixteen-year-olds on her kitchen island.
I pressed her flat to the countertop, bruising her lips with mine. She wanted to forget her own name, and I took that challenge seriously.
I slowly drifted to the crook of her neck, my palms flat on the cool surface of the counter as I licked down the graceful curve. The salty taste of her skin made me want to nix my plan of the slow tease that would leave her begging for my cock before I was finished and head further south immediately.
I reined in my carnal urges and sucked a mark into her skin. Her body arched into mine, grinding against me.
I hovered over her, my lips brushing down her collarbone to the top of her breast. I slid my fingers under her back to the strap of her bra, unhooking it and tossing it out of the way so I could properly worship her perfect breasts.
Her entire body deserved to be worshipped. Every dip and curve. Every beautiful inch of it.
I slid my hand down her chest and traced the curve of her breast, dragging a finger in a wide circle around her nipple, spiraling closer and closer. Her breath hitched, and I pinched it between my thumb and finger, making her arch off the table again and squeal in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“I think I could watch you like this all night,” I rasped out.
“Please don’t,” she whimpered.
I chuckled darkly, fully aware that the script was flipped this time. She was letting me take control and if I wanted to drag this out, to torture her with my mouth, to make her beg and plead, then tonight she might just let me.
I shook my head as I watched my hands palm her soft and supple tits. She might get off on doing that to me, but it wasn’t my style. Although, it might serve her right to get a little taste of her own medicine.
“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll give you what you want as long as you ask nicely.”
I ran my fingers across her naked stomach down to the clasp of her shorts. Her breaths were heavy, her chest rising and falling as she stared at me, eyes narrowed slightly. My lips twitched, and I removed my hand from the button, trailing kisses down her stomach, her skin glowing as the setting sun filtered through the window.
I sank into the chair, setting my mind to torture her. Just a little. God knows she’d tortured me.
She shivered at the loss of my touch and pushed herself up on her elbows to peer down at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating my dessert,” I answered with a smirk.
She laid back down on the table with a hand over her eyes.
“Oh God.”
