“Tease me, baby. You know how I love it when you tease me.”
God, his voice is all decadence and sin. I’ll never get enough of this man. I slow my movements, inching the dress down, addicted to watching his control slip away. His eyelids get heavy, and his breath deepens with every inch of skin I expose. The thick erection tenting his pants makes my mouth water.
Hayes keeps repeating under his breath—“Fuck, damn, I’m a lucky bastard, you’re beautiful, you’re perfect.”
When the dress pools at my feet, he crooks his finger. I move toward him instinctively, but instead of pulling me close, he pats his thigh.
I sit down wearing nothing but my thong, and he positions me so my back rests against his chest, his warmth sinking into my skin. His hands snake up my chest, tracing lazy paths along my flesh that make me shiver.
“Are you cold, baby?” he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and rough, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Not so much now.”
His hand drifts lower, fingers playing idly at my waist. Then his hand slides down farther and his fingers drift along the elastic band of my thong, teasing. The pulse between my legs becomes more insistent, more demanding, and I arch, wanting him to move his hand just a little… farther… down.
“You’re trembling,” he says softly. “I can feel your heart beating through your skin.”
“Please, Hayes…”
“I bet you’re soaked.” His voice is thick with affection and desire.
I nod, and his other hand cups my breast in a way that feels both possessive and tender. His breath stutters against my neck. His erection presses into the small of my back, and he shifts behind me, I swear just to tease me even more. I’m desperate to feel him moving between my legs.
“What do you want, Leighton?”
A million images flash behind my closed eyelids, but when I answer, I distill it down to its core. “I just want to please you,” I whisper. “I love pleasing you.”
“I know you do. But tonight, I want to watch you come apart on my lap, then I’m going to take you to the bed and make love to you.”
I stifle a gasp, his words piercing straight through me.
“Is that okay?” His lips brush my shoulder.
I nod. “Yes.”
He slides my thong over, exposing my pussy to the cool air, and runs his finger over my slit before bringing it to his mouth and sucking my juices off.
“God, Hayes…”
He hums low in his throat. “I know,” he murmurs, kissing the hollow behind my ear.
My hand finds the back of his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as tension coils tightly in me.
“Please,” I whisper, desperate for him to touch me again.
“I’ve got you.” He brings his fingers back to my center, deepening the rhythm, drawing me closer.
Hayes has been a master student because I’m dragged to the precipice only a minute later. When my orgasm comes, it’s like a bolt of lightning—a rush of light, a breathless quake that leaves the world spinning.
“Shh,” he soothes, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. “I could watch you fall apart forever.”
I stand on unsteady legs as he rises too, his expression is lust mixed with a tenderness I get lost in every time. He undresses, each movement slower than the last, and I crawl up onto the bed, feeling the weight of everything unspoken between us.
He follows, his body a shadow against the soft lamplight. “I want to take my time with you.”
We’re always stealing minutes between schedules. But not tonight.
He meets me on the bed, and our joining is unhurried and deliberate. We don’t need words—it’s all there in our locked gazes and shuddered breaths.
