He poured me something that I shot back quickly. That familiar buzz worked its way up my spine, leaving me with a pleasant hum. Into my drink, I whispered the cantation to prevent pregnancy. There was normally a tonic you could take once a year that handled that, but I couldn’t remember the last time I took it, and wanted to be safe. Having both active wouldn’t do me any harm.
Once I was done, he took my drink from me, setting it on the table beside us. Then he stepped behind me. His hands came around my waist and I sucked in a breath, trying to center myself.
“God, you're sexy,” he mumbled, almost more to himself than to me.
I let my head lean back against his chest, lulling it to one side.
He took the signal and brought his lips down on my neck, leaving soft, heated kisses starting at my jaw, ending down my shoulder, where he pushed the sleeve of my dress down.
Ellery pulled back for a moment to look at what he revealed. “You have tattoos,” he commented.
I had almost a full half sleeve of flowers that I was still getting finished. A bundle of peonies sat along my shoulder, with a crescent moon at the top, and were my newest addition. They weren’t finished yet, so they were mostly lines. “I do,” I said.
I was worried for a brief moment it turned him off, until he dragged his tongue up over the edge of the moon. I inhaled sharply, unprepared for his touch.
“They’re hot,” he said.
“Do you have any?” I asked.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
If I could have melted to a puddle I would have. I’d never met someone with such a mouth. “I’d like to find out sooner,” I said, trying to match him.
This wasn’t normal for me. I wasn’t the type to follow men to their hotel rooms and have a single night of fun. Sure, in college I’d had my casual hookups at a frat party, but nothing as premeditated as this.
It seemed to have the right effect. He made a sound in this throat that vibrated through me, going straight to my clit. His hands moved to the back of my dress, to the zipper. The sound hissed through the room as he lowered it all the way to the swellof my ass. I let the sleeves fall from my shoulders as he slid the dress down and off.
I was glad I’d decided to wear flattering underwear, even if nothing like this had crossed my mind. I was in seamless, white lace panties and a matching white, strapless bra so it wouldn’t be seen through the dress.
He came around me so we were face to face. I looked up at him, at those intense blue orbs staring back at me. He walked forward and I took a step back, which seemed to be what he wanted. It felt almost like I was his prey and he was pushing me into a corner. Ready to devour me whole.
After a few steps, the backs of my legs hit the bed frame. His hands came around my thighs and he lifted me, laying me back onto the bed. I watched as he undid his tie, which was somehow the hottest thing I had ever seen.
He unsnapped the buttons of his wrist cuffs then started on his shirt. My gaze was glued to him as button after button came apart, exposing miles of tanned skin and hard muscle I wanted to run my tongue over.
“We should probably go over rules,” he said as he laid his dress shirt over the back of the chair.
“Rules?” I asked, my mind still hazy staring at this hard muscle of man.
“Yeah. Like this is one night, which we both agreed upon. If you want anything to stop at any time, tell me no, using a condom, obviously. Things like that.”
I managed to pull myself out of my lustful thoughts and nodded. “Right, agreed to all of it.” I then thought of any rules I wanted to lay down. “No butt stuff,” I said. I wasn’t comfortable with that on the first night. “And no kissing on the lips.”
He looked momentarily shocked, but kissing had always felt intimate to me. Too intimate for a single night. “That’s fine with me.”
He joined me on the bed, crawling up my body, taking stock of every inch of skin. When we were face to face, I had the sudden urge to break the rule I’d set not a minute ago, but I couldn’t. I needed that separation. This was one night only. I didn’t need unnecessary attachments.
I thought he might kiss me anyway, but instead he went for my earlobe, pulling it with his teeth before smoothing the slight pinch away with his tongue.
I pressed my body up against his, looking for any kind of friction, any kind of relief. When I made the contact I was looking for, my eyes turned to saucers. His cock was still pressed against him, but was hard, andlarge.Larger than I could have predicted.
Thinking of the stretch somehow turned me on even further. His lips moved further down my neck, over my shoulder, this time continuing their journey. They were sweet licks of heat across my skin. He came down over my breast, kissing down the middle of my sternum. I didn’t notice before, but he had on some kind of expensive cologne that made him smell musky and sweet. It filled my senses.Hefilled my senses.
I lifted slightly so he could unhook my bra, my breasts spilling from the front. Ellery, for his part, looked like a dog who was just given a bone.
“You’re pierced,” he said, rubbing his finger along the silver metal I had in each nipple. I enjoyed how extra sensitive they’d become since I did it. “These tits are perfect,” he continued, as if the right one wasn’t larger and there weren’t stretch marks down the sides of them.
All of those contradictions left my head as he took one in his hand and lapped my nipple, licking the bottom before swirling his tongue all around it. I moaned as he did, feeling the heat deep in my belly, making me want more.
