“I can walk! I’m too heavy. You’ll throw your back out.”
What kind of pussy does she think I am? “If I threw my back out carrying you, I wouldn’t deserve you.”
I kick the door to my room open, then flip the light switch and take her inside. We fall on the bed together.
Finally.
She stares up at me, hair fanned around her beautiful face, eyes wide with excitement. I’ve fantasized for so long about her lying on my bed. But nothing could prepare me for the reality of her spread out like a feast before me.
I grip the bustline of the dress and pull. The silk rips away, splitting in half. She gasps in horror.
“Oh my God!The dress!”
“I’ll buy you another one.” I push the tattered fabric out of the way like unwanted wrapping paper on Christmas.
She’s stunning, all feminine curves and sweet softness. Her breasts are generous and pert, and the round line of her belly shivers as I gaze at her with admiration. I want to devour her, defile her and worship her, all at the same time.
Molly starts to raise her arms to cover herself, but then changes her mind and keeps them by her side, and her cheeks grow red. I smile tenderly and kiss her, not holding back. I kiss her like I’m opening my soul to her, and run my hands over her body like I’m ready to give her the world.
When I cup her breast and knead, she arches into my palm. Little whimpers fall from her plump lips, and I swear I could do this for hours on end. When I pinch a nipple, she twists like an electric jolt is crackling through her, pressing her legs together. I spread her thighs and pull her close, until her pelvis is on my thighs and her clit presses against my crotch through the pants.
She rocks against me shamelessly, clutching my shoulders. She’s spreading her juices all over my tux pants, making a mess, and I love the sign of how much she wants me.
She moans against my mouth. I clench her ass, then slip my fingers below, easing her open.
“Oh my God, Nicholas, just a little more,” she begs, muscles as taut as piano wire. “Please.”
I curve my fingers and push them in, making sure to hit her most sensitive spot. She tightens her hold on me and shudders, dripping over my hand. I hold her as she trembles, enjoying her orgasm. She’s adorable when she climaxes. All tense and shivery and clingy. Like she can’t bear to let me go.
I run my free hand along her supple back, then lay her supine on the bed. Her pink flesh glistens, impossibly wet. Inviting.
I kiss her down there, holding her legs open and lapping her up. The sweet scent of her is driving me crazy. It’s even better than at the hotel, because here I can see her better. Spread her wider.
“Nicholas, I can’t,” she pleads, even as she pants and her pelvis moves to the rhythm of my tongue.
“Yes, you can. And you will.”
She squirms out of my grip and turns, getting on her knees and trying to crawl away.
“Oh no, you don’t.” I grab her ankle and pull her back to me.
She half laughs.
I rip my tie off and bind her wrists to the headboard. Her eyes go wide with shock and excitement. She licks her lips.
“If you really can’t stand it, just say ‘sunshine’ and I’ll stop.”
Shock flares in her gaze. “Oh my God. Did you read one of my books?” “Sunshine” is the safe word used in one of the sex scenes.
“More than one, and I remember everything.” She highlighted this particular one with lots and lots of notations. Most of them,OMG. Holy shit. Is this really possible? Only in fiction!
It’s sad she thought multiple vaginal orgasms are something made up by romance authors to show off the hero’s prowess in bed. Fortunately, I’m here to show her different.
I flick my tongue over her nipples. She writhes against the teasing motion, but can’t break away from the tie. She wants more, but I withhold it from her.
There’s no sucking. Just lots of light stimulation to drive her crazy with my tongue and teeth.
Her nipples are overly sensitive. She struggles, striving for a firmer touch. Anything to push herself over the edge. Her scent is growing stronger, and sweat mists over her. She tastes like salt, sugar and need.
