I squeeze the bridge of my nose. “Humor me. What is that needed for?”
Esme licks her lips that begin to slyly stretch. “A place where women can sit… in lingerie.”
I kind of want specifics but display that I’m unaffected, rolling my eyes. “How is that riveting news?”
“Maybe because your mind hasn’t yet imagined in what position she’s sitting.” That sultry voice of hers, I want to punish her for it.
Stepping closer to her, I grimace. “Aren’t you cute.”
She glances away for a quick second then back to me, feeling satisfied with herself. “Thank you for carrying the box. See? I have manners.” Her eyes seem to be challenging me, inviting me.
Surveying her, I take one determined step, causing her breath to catch. “I’m not sure words are enough.”
This is escalating quickly, and I don’t give a damn.
A flicker in her eyes and the way her body changes stance instantly snaps the air in the room. My hand comes up and I cup her jaw with a little force, causing her eyes to tie with my own.
“Which one of us is going on their knees? Because I’m the one who really has manners tonight,” I rasp with my thumb dragging her bottom lip side to side.
She swallows. “Isn’t the answer clear? I’m supposed to be thanking you.” This woman’s sensual voice is her curse, and I want to cause her to beg.
Dropping to my knees, I slowly reach under her skirt, with my eyes arrowing straight into her. “I want you to suffer.”
Her breath grows heavy, and I feel her fingers rake through my hair.
The moment she steps out of her lace panties, my lips are placing kisses up her calves and then I switch to my mouth skimming up her inner thigh.
“How is this not in my favor?” she wonders in a breathy voice.
I snicker against her skin. “Because once my tongue is on you, then you’ll never have it better.”
Up, up, and then I’m there.
The apex of her thighs, her scent hitting my nose and my center of gravity easing. My tongue darts out and circles her skin, but I don’t give her what she wants, and she tries to hide her pout.
“I want to taste you,” I admit my impatience in a whisper that wasn’t supposed to be heard.
Esme begins to tilt her hips forward as if she can bring her pussy to my lips.
“On the floor,” I murmur into her skin.
No reluctance, she kneels down with her eyes still stabbing my own. She lies back on the hardwood and rests on her elbows, with her legs parted and her feet firmly planted.
I have no intention of stopping on this road. I’m on knees then my stomach and make her whimper the moment my tongue makes contact with her wet pussy, and her taste could be my dessert every day.
Her moan encourages me, and I lap her up a few strokes before I explore her clit.
“Fuck, Keats.”
My eyes shift up while I continue to work her. Esme’s head falls back as she hums a sound. I want her completely naked, but that’s not what this is.
Dipping my tongue inside of her brings her writhing underneath me. Her face is flushed when she peers down at me with her one hand fisting my hair. I know that I’m doing something right as her hips slant up and she begins to ride my mouth.
“I think I want to be punished more by you,” she softly cries out.
Pausing on her pussy, I give her one more lash against her swollen nub then abandon her.
“You might regret saying those words one day,” I playfully warn her.
