“Cyn, yes or no?”
I didn’t need an explanation, it was clear what he was asking. The moment I’d been worried about all evening had arrived but it was a no brainer. “Yes.”
The words barely left my mouth when he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his room, sliding the bedroom door shut behindhim. He lowered my feet to the floor, his hands moving to my cheeks.
“I want you, all of you. You’re making me fuckin’ crazy woman.”
I didn’t answer, just pulled his head down so I could kiss the lips I’d been craving. He licked across mine before sliding his tongue in between. He tasted of toothpaste and scotch and I wanted more.
Our tongues danced with each other and he loosened my robe, pushing it off my shoulders and dropping it to the floor. His hands slid over my shoulders pulling me closer, his erection pushed against my stomach. I ground my hips against him, I needed him, more than I’d ever needed anyone and my inner sex fiend didn’t plan on waiting any longer.
He released my lips and pulled back to look at me. He whistled, and his grin was so sexy it could have melted steel. I silently thanked Michelle for making me buy the little piece of black lace that barely covered me. The look in his eyes was worth every dime I’d paid for it.
“You approve?”
“Oh fuck yeah, as long as I’m the only one who sees it.”
Did he really just say that? The thought popped out of my head as quickly as it’d entered. His hands on my skin knocked out any possible chance of clear thinking. Desire, desperation, need. My body practically hummed the words.
He sat me on the edge of the bed, lifting my nightgown and spreading my legs. I should have been embarrassed at how wet I was, and he had to be able to smell my desire, but I didn’t care. My juices were running down my inner thighs and my insides quivered when he moaned and trailed his tongue along my heated skin and licked them up. It was pure torture, again and again his tongue slid against my skin but he’d stop just before he reached my pussy, making more of my juices ooze down my thighs.
Now I was the one moaning. Watching him was a huge turn on, but feeling the slight roughness of his tongue on my sensitive skin made me wetter. Lifting my hips so he could get closer, I spread my legs as far as I could. He looked at me from between them andgrinned. Then, as I watched, he stuck his tongue out and slid it along my pussy lips. Oh. My. God. I thought I was going to come right then. Holy shit, he was so sexy. I couldn’t pull my eyes away as he spread my lips with his fingers and touched his tongue to my hard clit.
Oh God. I shuddered trying to regain control, clenching muscles I didn’t know I had. I wanted to make this last as long as I could, but when he sucked my clit between his teeth and nibbled on it, and then slid one finger into my soaked pussy there was no holding back. Every muscle tightened and I screamed as I came, gushing my juices all over his hand.
“Fuck, baby, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I would have been mortified if I wasn’t so overcome by my orgasm. What the hell, I’d never done that before. I didn’t even know it was possible. He didn’t seem to care since he was lapping it up, and when he looked at me, his face was wet from my juices. Damn it was sexy too.
“Baby, you taste so sweet, I could eat you all day. Who needs food I’ll live on Cyn.”
I wanted more, selfish I know, but knowing how good the first orgasm was I craved more. I wanted all of him, to taste him, suck him, and fuck him but most of all I wanted to torture him until he begged me to stop.
He pulled my nightgown over my head and pushed me down. Sliding up my body, I realized he was naked too. I didn’t know when he’d dropped his towel but I didn’t care. Finally his body was against mine.
His lips came down on mine and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste myself and I knew that’s what he’d meant to happen. It was a sweet tangy flavor, not bad and I didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop.
He straddled my hips, sat back on his heels, and looked at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Not as sexy as you are, baby,” I answered reaching to tug on his hair trying to pull him back to me. He shook his head and leaned out of my reach. Pouting, I dropped my hands on the bed, gathering the blanket in my clenched fists. I wanted him so much it hurt, didn’t he see it? He wouldn’tgive in, only chuckled and dragged one finger down the center of my body from the base of my neck to the top of my pussy.
“Oh no, not yet, I’ve been dreaming of this for days.” With an evil grin, he flicked the hard peaks of my nipples with his fingertips.
Groaning from the pleasure-pain, I squirmed beneath him. He was moving too slowly, couldn’t he see I was on fire? “C’mon, baby, I need you.”
“You’ll have me, just not yet, lover. I want this to last all night.”
I wanted to growl at him, just thinking about having his cock inside me made more juices run down my legs. I’d never been this wet before. I was helpless to do anything but writhe against him, as he taunted my nipples with squeezes, tweaks, and pinches, I thrust against him and his balls rubbed against my clit. Finally finding some relief for my burning need, I kept rubbing against him.
My head tilted back and I was so focused on the fire racing along my nerve endings, edging closer and closer to another orgasm, that when his tongue touched one hardenednipple I almost jumped off the bed. “Oh shit. You’re killing me, Trent. Please, baby.”
“It’s all good, just enjoy it,” he said against my skin, then he sucked my nipple into his mouth dragging his teeth against it.
“Oh fuck,” I screamed, as another orgasm raced through me. My body was so sensitive every touch drove my orgasmic wave higher. When he sucked most of one breast into his mouth and dragged his rough fingertips across the other nipple, I lost it completely. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until I thought I was going to pass out.
Chapter Seventeen
Chaos…
