I turn back to him, time to pull up my big girl panties.
"Duncan, we need to figure out what to do to help Ana. We can't do this." I wave my finger between the two of us.
He ignores me and walks to the bar, where he pours us each a scotch. He hands me one and tips his head to the side, his lips pinch like he’s deep in thought. I feel my resolve crumbling under his scrutiny, my metaphorical big girl panties dampen.
"Maya, you and I aren't going to change her mind. She's more stubborn than anyone I know. I've been around Jonathon only a couple of times, maybe she's right and all this bridal bull is driving him barking mad." He sips his drink. I watch his lips and then his throat as he swallows. Everything about this man turns me on.
"Seriously. Are you making excuses for that asshole?" I lift my glass to my lips and drain it in one gulp, needing liquid courage. He watches me, probably to see if I'm going to react to the significant amount of scotch I just swallowed.
His focus turns to my lips now, where I've licked the remnants of the alcohol. His stare is like a caress. He shakes his head, tosses back the rest of his drink, and takes both our glasses to set on the bar. I watch as he pulls off his jacket and lays it in the chair, his tie comes off next, followed by the top buttons of his shirt.
The exposed skin at his collar mesmerizes me, and I want to lick the tan skin like he did mine earlier.
"No, I'm not making excuses for that tosser. My father is backing him and he'd not agree if there was something up. I won't go against him again." There’s a flash of pain in his eyes before he banks it.
"Duncan, please, we need to put a stop to this joke." I shake off the desire and remember how angry I am at Jonathon. Howworried I am for Ana. I start to wave my hands around, trying to block out the sexual tension.
He stalks toward me and I actually step back as he reaches out for my hand and gently turns it to look at my wrist in the light. "Okay, baby, now I'm going to kill him. He marked you. Why didn't you say he grabbed you so hard?"
I look down to what he's looking at and see the angry red marks from Jonathon's fingers on my wrist.
"Oh, that? It didn't hurt. I bruise easily." I try to pull my hand from his grip. There goes that zap of awareness again as if my body knows him. I need to get away from him before I do something we both might regret.
"Baby, you're so fair, this is going to show tomorrow. You’re already sporting my razor burn and love bites on your neck." He points to my neck and I lift my other hand to gently touch it.
"Duncan. Please. Stop." I pant as he caresses my wrist with his fingers, tingles work their way up my arm. Again, I step back from him and he advances. I feel the wall at my back.
"Maya, I want you. I know that I shouldn't but, baby, you've had my attention since I saw you in DC, and in that dress you look beautiful." He pulls me to him. His arms wrap around me and skate down my back to the fastening of my dress.
The urge to lick him comes over me again, and this time I can't stop it. I lick his neck at the opening of his collar. He pulls the tie of my dress loose and unwraps the silk ribbon that crosses around my body, then he stretches the opening over my head. I'm mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he undresses me. The bodice falls, exposing my bare breasts. His eyes fasten on my erect nipples. He lifts me in his arms and carries me tohis bed. As he lays me down, he tugs my dress off the rest of the way. Reaching for the ankle straps of my shoes, he unbuckles and pulls them off, then kisses each ankle. His kisses lead up my leg to my center, where he blows gently on me. My hips lift, wanting him there. I push up on my elbows to watch him.
Duncan steps back from the bed and finishes unbuttoning his shirt. As his chest is exposed, I see the edge of a tattoo that wraps from his back over his shoulders. My eyes skate down his chest to his nearly eight pack abs and I spot another tattoo along his right rib cage. He's so sexy. I feel myself getting wetter and worry he can see the effect he has on me. He finishes pulling off his shirt and drops it to the floor before moving to unbuckle his pants. I can't wait, I want him, now.
"Please, Duncan. I need you."
"Soon, baby," he says huskily. His gravelly voice alone is drawing me closer to the cliff. "I want my dessert. I've waited two weeks to taste you."
"No, now! Please, Duncan, I can't wait." The urge to flip him to his back so I can be in control overwhelms me.
"Keep thinking that thought, baby, and I will restrain you to the headboard with my belt." My pussy convulses at the threat.
He pulls his wallet out of his slacks and pulls out a condom before dropping his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. I'm entranced by the large size of his cock, and my mouth waters at the sight of a drop of pre-cum. I lick my lips and he growls.
"Next time, baby."
I get wetter just looking at him. He places the condom next to me on the bed before grabbing my thong in his large hands, pulling the sides, and ripping it off my body. He lowers his head and sucks my labia lips into his mouth, then parts them andzeros in on my clit. My back bows off the bed as he coaxes it out by licking and sucking it. I feel the orgasm just on the verge, but I can't let go enough to come.
"I've dreamed of this pussy. I've come like a randy teenager from those dreams."
"Oh! Duncan. Don't stop, I'm about to come," I beg.
He growls against my clit and pushes two fingers inside me, curling them to hit my G-spot. I scream his name as I come. He pulls away from my clit and licks up my juices, then fucks me with his tongue. I feel like my body is a live wire, the sensation is too much. I try to pull away, but his hands press into my thighs, holding me down. His tongue rims the edge of my entrance, my pubic bone, and my stomach as he licks his way up my body. He sucks on the underside of one of my breasts and I know he left a hickey. He rises above me, then sucks one of my nipples deeply into his mouth, releasing a groan. He pulls away and kneels back on his haunches to push me up the bed.
"Baby, you felt tight around my fingers. I'm going to go slow, but this is going to be so fucking good."
I watch as he pumps his hand over his engorged cock once, twice, then rolls the condom on. I'm ready to go again and entranced. Duncan lays over me but not on me. He rubs his cock against my folds, getting it wet from my release.
"Please. Duncan." I squirm, wanting his cock inside me.
