“What’s this?” I ask, reaching to run my fingers over the ink. He grabs my wrist and stops me.
“Later,” he says, kissing me again.
I toss his shirt to the floor, the rest of our clothes following closely behind. His hands and mouth move over my body exactly where I need him, like he memorized everything I reacted to the last time we did this.
In the heat of the moment, we hadn’t bothered to turn any of the lights on, and with the blackout curtains drawn nearly all the way, it’s darker than I would like. Even though I am dying to see his body again, as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, I’m suddenlyveryaware of how not being able tosee clearly has heightened my other senses. I moan, and he answers with one of his own.
“FuckTyler,” he says, kissing his way down my stomach. “I missed you so goddamn much.” He grips my thighs and pulls my legs apart, kissing his way from my knee to the inside of my thigh before skipping where I crave his mouth the most and moving to the other side.
With the six months’ worth of sexual tension between us finally snapping, I can’t believe the restraint this man has. He takes his time, savoring every inch of my skin, his mouth and hands mapping trails along my body as if he were painting a masterpiece.
“You say you miss me, yet you sure are taking your time,” I say, groaning as he kisses my neck and traces my jawline lightly with his nose.
“Always in such a hurry,” he tisks against my ear, smiling against my skin as I writhe under him, desperate for more. Desperate forhim.
He trails kisses down my throat before pulling up to look me in the eyes as his fingers slide up my inner thigh and finally circle my clit with a featherlight touch.
My eyes flutter closed as I moan and throw my head back into the pillow. He increases the pressure as his middle finger circles my clit once, then decreases the pressure as he makes the next pass. Again. And again. And again before I’m cursing him under my breath.
He laughs—a rich, sensual sound from deep in his throat as he slides two fingers inside me and presses his thumb against my clit, capturing my gasp with his mouth.
“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine. “Curse me all you want, Sunshine, but you love being at my mercy. Your body doesn’t lie.”
His fingers move and curl inside me as his thumb circles against my clit and I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. His mouth catches a few moans before he turns his attention to my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting down as he presses his thumb against my clit. I hiss at him, and he laughs as he swirls the sting away with his tongue before moving to the other side.
“Fuck, Eric,” I pant. “I’m so close.”
“Good,” he says. “I’ve been dying to watch you come again.” He quickens his pace everywhere at once, and I suck in a sharp breath, arching my back off the mattress as my orgasm builds low in my core. “Although,” he says, sitting up and removing himself from my body so quickly, I’m momentarily stunned. “Lucky for you, I’m a very patient man.”
He silences my answering groan with a kiss before he backs off the bed, grabbing me by the waist and hauling me to the edge of the mattress. I prop myself up onto my elbows as I watch him kneel and run his hands up the inside of my thighs.
“So, we’re going to take this nice and slow, baby,” he says, grinning up at me from between my thighs.
He slides his hands to my hips, pressing down and holding me in place while he feasts on me. I fight his grip, aching to move my hips against him, but he doesn’t let up, leaving me completely at his mercy.
And he’s right.
I fucking love it.
Just like I’d remembered, Eric is a master with his tongue—devouring me like he’s a man starved—and I can already feel my orgasm building. I try my best not to react, to trick him into thinking I’m farther away than I am, butsomehow, he knows right when I’m about to come and he pulls away. I groan in frustration, and he laughs again as he crawls back onto the bed and over me, placing a hand on either side of my head and grinning down at me.
Does he think he’s going to edge me all night?
I think the fuck not.
Wrapping my arms around his torso, I twist and flip us over. His eyes go wide, the whites around his irises standing out against the darkness of the room as I straddle him. His hands reach for me, but I grab his wrists and pin his arms above his head, my face hovering just above his.
I lean down farther, press my lips against his ear, and whisper, “I seem to remember you enjoy being at my mercy, too,Your Majesty.”
He growls and tries to pull his hands free, but I press my weight harder onto his wrists. He’s bigger and much stronger than I am, and I know that he could easily pull himself free if he wanted to, but I remember what he likes, too, and I know he doesn’t want to pull himself free.
“Look at you, being so good for me,” I purr, my lips lightly grazing the shell of his ear before I pull his earlobe into my mouth and bite down. He moans as I pull back and look down at him. I feel the goosebumps pebble his skin under my hands, and I know I have his full attention.
I shift my weight and pin both his wrists under one hand while I move my other hand slowly down his side, feeling the muscles contracting under the light brushing of my fingers across his skin. When I get to his waist, I reach behind me and take his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly once, watching him squirm beneath me.
I stroke him again, slower this time, circling my thumb over the sensitive tip. Swirling the bead of precum gathered atthe top and smiling as he twitches in my hand and his hips buck off the mattress.
“Shit, Tyler,” he hisses. He tries to lean up and kiss me, but just as his lips graze mine, I pull up and out of his reach. He groans, throwing his head back onto the pillow, his eyes fluttering closed as I circle his tip with my thumb again.
