“I have been dying to touch you, my sweet baby,” he hums. “The right way… Let me touch you right.”
A whimper leaves me as I nod. I can feel how hard he already is, bumping against my thigh. But he doesn’t shove it into me, or whip it out. He’s not even fazed by his own erection, it seems.
He doesn’t grab me or paw at me aggressively. He simply takes my face in his hands, and I swallow hard, our eyes locked, until his fall to my mouth.
“Can I kiss you?Please…” Hebegs, the single sexiest whispered question I’ve ever heard anyone ask.
I nod fast, no hesitation. “Kiss me, Ivory.”
He’s humming as his lips tumble and crash over mine. Slow suction, every bit as damning as last night, when he used it as a pretense to fucking strangle me. It’s getting me high, so I don’t care, both of us parting just enough to fit together like two puzzle pieces. His tongue teases my lip, then slips inside. It brushes mine, gradually licking, tasting, petting and teasing while we both groan from the sensation.
“Mmm… cariño,” he purrs into my mouth, fingers brushing through my hair. “You are so sexy.”
“Ummff,” the completely uncool sound comes out of me and he chuckles.
God, it is so damn hot.
Why is he so hot??
It’s even worse than last time. I’m fuckinganesthetizedby this man.
“Cards on the table,” he breathes in between tonguing and sucking, “I also gave you the dress because you look so mind-numbingly beautiful in it, mi guapita.”
“Yea?” I shiver.
“Yes… You imprisoned me last night when I saw you, love.”
My head is fuzzy with lust. “Oh… is that why you’re also in the cage?”
He hums again, smirking on my lips. “So fresh. Well… you want me to make you feel good, don’t you, pretty baby?”
I nod fast. “Uh-huh…”
“Buen, baby. That should be your only concern.” He pulls his hungry mouth away from mine to hold my jaw. “You canbe whoever you want, okay? Angel, or Ari, or someone else… a combination, even. All I care about is making your legs shake, si?”
“Si…” My body is already responding to him and he hasn’t even done anything yet. “I… I’m always your pajarito, though… right?”
He hums another one of those sexy as fuck quiet chuckles. “Of course, baby. You will always be mi pajarito.” He kisses a line down my throat. “You can also be my naughty girl, yea?”
A tremor of illicit thrill runs through me at his praising words, and I nod. “Mhm… yes, please.”
“Okay, now be a good girl and hold still.”
“Ffuck,” I’m already falling apart, but I’m desperately trying to hold it together, because I want this to last.
Ivory slides down my body until he’s on the floor. At first I thought he was going to bring me to the bed, but now it seems like he wants us to stay standing.
“Can I please lift your skirt, baby girl?” He croons, gazing up at me from the floor.
It’s just as intoxicating as last night. Seeing him down there… kneeling for me.
I shudder and nod. “Uhhy-yes.”
Surrendering to how damn good it feels when he calls me that.
It’s hot as hell, but it also gives me this sweeping sense of relief. Like, in this moment, even just right now, with him, I don’t have to be a man if I don’t feel like one.
I don’t have to be confused or uncomfortable because he just wantsme, and the rest of it is unnecessary detail.
