He takes his sweet time in unbuttoning his shirt before he moves onto his pants. What makes it even hotter is the fact that he keeps looking at me while he unzips his pants.
I won’t even deny that my mouth is absolutely salivating right now.
I put my hand over his as he goes to remove his pants.
“Let me do it,” I say before I push down his pants.
He keeps his gaze steady on me as he helps me remove his pants and his boxers until he is completely naked in front of me.
“May I?” he asks as he plays with the straps of my dress, and I nod.
In a minute he pulls the dress over me, and I throw my hands up to let him do it easily.
His mouth falls open as he sees that I am only wearing panties and pasties instead of a bra.
“You were naked the whole time?” he asks, amazed.
“Yes,” I say. “I mean, I couldn’t wear a bra with a backless dress.”
“You will be the death of me,” he says before his lips attack mine, and I groan as he pushes me back on the bed.
His hand fondles my breast, and I arch my back. His hand is soft and cold against my warm skin, and I am so exhilarated with the sensations.
He moves his lips downwards, and when he reaches my peak, he swipes his tongue across my sensitive skin, and I loudly moan his name.
He keeps his hand on mine, quietly reminding me that we aren’t the only ones in the house.
I bite his hand when it reaches downwards, his lips leaving goosebumps wherever he touches me.
I feel his breath on my most sensitive core when he takes away his hand, and I look at him through my lowered lashes.
“I am going to take my time and make you come twice tonight,” he says, and I feel my heart race beneath my chest. So loudly that I am sure even he can hear it. “First you will come on my face.”
My cheeks grow red.
“And then you will come on my dick.”
And just then, he swipes his tongue on my core. Slowly, and his eyes trained on me all the while. He keeps his eyes focused on me as he continues his slow torture, and I just wish he would go a little faster.
“Faster. Please.”
“Nuh-uh. You will listen to me in bed.”
Gosh, he is dangerous.
He drives his tongue in a slow manner on my clit, and my thighs shake. He presses a hand against my left thigh as he moves them around his head, locking him where he is needed the most.
He circles my clit with his tongue, and I bury my face in the pillow to keep myself from screaming.
I feel my toes curl and my stomach tighten, and then slowly, I feel that familiar feeling arise, and my orgasm lashes out on his face.
He doesn’t move an inch, savoring each second of it, which only makes this situation hotter.
“Sweet, just like you,” he says, and I pull his head down to kiss me. I claim his mouth, and he lets me take control.
I pour everything that I cannot say in words into that kiss, and he hears, like the good man that he is.
“I love you,” he whispers on my lips. “I love you so much.”
