"You love it," he fires back, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
I hear him cleaning up and then walking down toward his room before suddenly he’s sitting down beside me. Fucker moves like a damn shadow.
"You're a fucking menace," I mutter, clutching the pillow tighter.
"And you're easy to rile up," he counters, stretching his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers are just inches from my shoulder. "Always havebeen."
"I am not," I argue, even as I shift uncomfortably, too aware of how wet my panties are just from watching him eat.
His gaze drops to my mouth, then lower, to where the t-shirt clings to my breasts. I'm not wearing a bra, and I know he can see my nipples hardening under his stare.
"You know what I was thinking about?" he asks, reaching out to tug gently at the towel still wrapped around my hair. It comes loose, falling away as my damp hair tumbles down around my shoulders. "The same thing I've been thinking about since."
"And what's that?" I challenge, dropping the pillow to the floor.
"How you taste," he says bluntly, "straight from the source and not from my fingers."
My breath hitches. The image of me straddling his face hits me like a fucking freight train.
"I remember what you said," I whisper, my voice coming out ragged. "At the studio."
His eyes darken as he leans closer, his fingers brushing my damp hair away from my face. "And what did I say?"
I swallow hard. "That I could do my little dance on your face."
Ramsey's lips curl into a wicked smile that makes my stomach flip. He settles back against the couch, a predatory look in his eyes making my pussy throb.
"I did say since you wanted to dance for me earlier, you can dance right on my face." His voice drops to a growl that I feel between my legs. "I think it's time you do that, do you want to do that Reese? Do you want me under you as youride my face? Do you want me to lick, suck, and eat that sweet cunt? You gotta tell me baby cause I don't take what isn't freely given."
Do I want it? Yes, I do but I’ve never done it before. What if I’m not good at it? He’s gotta have tons of experience, and I have literally zero, so like the better question is what do I even do?
Now it’s his turn to reach out and rub away the furrow between my eyebrows.
"You’re thinking awfully loud there, baby girl. Stop second guessing yourself. If you want it, say it. Everything else will fall into place."
"Yes," I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice. "I want that."
"Say it properly," he demands, his fingers trailing down my arm. "I need to hear you say exactly what you want."
I lick my lips, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I want to ride your face," I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks. "I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me come again."
Ramsey's eyes flash with approval. "Good girl," he murmurs, and those two words send a jolt straight to my clit. "Now come here."
He slides down to the floor, settling between the couch and coffee table, his back against the frame. He pats his thighs, beckoning me with those long fingers that already know how to make me fall apart.
I move, and my legs are shaky as I stand over him. His hands settle on my hips, guiding me to straddle his lap, my knees on either side of his thick thighs. I can feel his erectionstraining against his sweatpants, pressing against the thin cotton of my panties.
"Not quite where I want you yet," he says, his thumbs rubbing circles on my hipbones. "But first?—"
He reaches up, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me down until our lips crash together.
His hands slide under my t-shirt, his fingers caressing my skin with a reverence that makes my breath catch. He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that has me grinding down against his hardness.
When he breaks the kiss, his eyes are midnight dark, pupils blown wide with desire.
"Do you want your shirt off or would you feel more comfortable with it on for this?" he asks softly, his thumbs still tracing gentle circles on my skin.
I freeze for a second, surprised by the question. Most guys would've already ripped my clothes off without asking, only thinking about what they want. But here's Ramsey, checking in on what I'm comfortable with even when I can feel his cock rock hard beneath me.
