His mouth tugs down in a frown. “That’s not?—”
Whatever he was going to say breaks off in a low moan when I roll my hips and unfasten the last button on his shirt, running my nails over his tanned skin. They brush lightly over the tattoo of a compass on his stomach,and he sucks in a sharp breath. I trace the script beneath it.
Not all who wander are lost.
“J.R.R. Tolkien.”
His lips tick into a smile. “You know your literature.”
“Why the compass?”
“It signifies guidance. A way to find a way through life’s challenges.”
I lean forward and brush my lips over his, whispering, “Am I a life challenge?”
He grips my head, holding me close. His warm breath ghosts my lips as he growls, “You’re a beautiful enigma, little devil.” Then he kisses me deeply.
I break our kiss, sitting up and reaching for the ribbon on my corset.
“What are you doing?” he groans, but his large hands settle on my waist, and he makes no move to dislodge me.
“Teaching an old dog new tricks,” I quip, my lips tugging into a smirk as I pull the ribbon free, exposing my breasts.
“Careful, little devil,” he says, his voice dripping with desire as his eyes travel over my pierced nipples. “The thing with dogs, is you never know if they bite.”
“Promises, promises.”
My taunt ends in a low moan as my mystery man uses his impressive abdominal muscles to lean up and capture my right nipple in his warm, wet mouth, his teeth tugging on the piercing.
I tangle my fingers in his hair as he blows my fucking mind with pleasure and pain, moving from worshiping one breast to the other. He bites down until I whimper and tugon his nape before soothing the sting with a flick of his wicked tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss as a zap of desire hits my core.
He hums, and the vibrations cause my entire body to tingle. Nothing has ever felt this good. My booty shorts are completely soaked, and he hasn’t even touched my aching pussy yet.
“Touch me,” I beg him, arching my back as I roll my hips. “Please. I need you to touch me.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says, and with an impressive manoeuvre, he has me on my back, kissing his way down my stomach as his deft fingers hook into the waistband of my boy shorts.
Once I’m bare to him, he doesn’t hesitate to bury his tongue in my cunt. I think my brain short circuits, and when he slides two fingers inside my slick folds as his teeth graze over my clit, I swear I have an out-of-body experience. I come with a cry, and my hands clench around the bedsheets as he laps up my release like a man starved.
Why the fuck did his wife cheat on him? This man definitely knows how to satisfy a woman.
Before the first wave of pleasure has even subsided, his talented fingers work me into another orgasm until I’m a panting, writhing mess beneath him. My body is a live wire, and he’s the current setting me alight.
When my pussy stops clenching around his fingers, and I finally stop trembling, he removes his fingers and kisses a trail up my body until he reaches my lips, letting me taste myself. Our combined taste is intoxicating. I moan into his mouth, reaching between us to run my hand over the rock-hard bulge in his pants.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls away to gaze hungrily down at me through his mask. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He kisses me again, and my heart stutters in my chest.
I try to lock down my feelings, knowing this is nothing more than sex, and a way for him to move on from his ex-wife, but it’s hard to ignore the way his eyes seem to see straight into my soul.
Before my attachment can take hold, I unbutton his slacks and gently push on his chest until he rolls onto his back.
We don’t speak, but I can see the million thoughts swirling in his eyes.
“Don’t overthink it,” I say, running my tongue over the perfect V that disappears beneath his boxer briefs. His stomach muscles clench under my ministrations.
He lifts his arse so I can drag his pants off, and my eyes widen when his cock springs free. Ifelthis size earlier when I was grinding on him like a pup in heat, but feeling it and seeing it up close are two different experiences.
