He turned, his gaze locking onto her like a magnet. The intensity in his eyes made her mouth run dry, a parched sensation spreading across her tongue. It was as if his thirst radiated outwards, stealing all the moisture in the air.
In his approach, every step seemed to echo in the room. His broad frame crowded her in the already small space. As he towered over her, she felt small, a delicate flower standing next to an immovable oak tree.
Then he was on his knees at her feet, this oak of a man suddenly felled before her. His arms encircled her waist, face pressing against her stomach. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, his breath warmed her skin. She inhaled—vanilla mixed with cheap hotel lavender soap—and felt her roots steadying as his shoulders trembled slightly beneath her palms.
His voice, rough and resonant, reverberating through her belly. “I missed you.”
As his deep timbre reached her ears, she could almost feel her threads unraveling. Those three little words, like a gust of wind, sweeping over her, blowing apart her carefully constructed world.
“Kaydon, I am so sorry. I never in a million years wanted anything bad to happen. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make it up to you. I?—”
Kaydon’s hand pressed against her mouth and he stared up at her with hazel eyes.
“Mistress, no disrespect, and you can punish me later, but can you just shut up and let me make you feel good?” he said, eyes serious.
Adria’s mouth fell open under his hand. Her gut clenched when his other hand pulled her in closer, resting his chin on her belly. Her body ached to be near him. Slowly, carefully, she nodded. With a gentle yet firm touch, he moved his hand from her mouth to her chest, his fingers brushing against her racing heart. She gasped as he lifted her easily and laid her down on the bed with her legs draped over the edge. Her eyes moved from the stained ceiling to find his.
There was not nearly enough space for his large body between the bed and the wall, but Kaydon crammed himself in there, anyway. The two of them stared at each other, Kaydon’s hands pressing on her thighs. Gradually he inched closer, his breath warm, pressing his face into her mound.
She jumped when his tongue grazed over the fabric of her underwear. Her body instinctively arching towards him, seeking more of his touch as a rush of sensations coursed through her veins.
His one hand firmly gripped her waist, his fingers sliding beneath her t-shirt, capturing her against the softness of the mattress. He slid his other arm under the curve of her lower back, pulling her closer to him. His beard pressed into her center, and the friction had her dripping. His tongue explored deeper into the folds of the fabric around her waist. Adria tried to move her underwear to the side.
She wanted more, but he slapped her hand away.
“I’m making you feel good, remember,” he said into her, his hot breath bringing every nerve ending to attention.
He continued his tantalizingly slow movements, the moisture in his mouth merging with her own.
Adria brought her hands above her head, gripping the comforter tightly as she surrendered to the sensations.
Kaydon pressed his face into her. The thin piece of fabric between them was a sopping mess. Adria’s body writhed beneath his touch, the dampness and heat between her legs igniting a desperate longing. Her mouth fell open, and she panted, each breath a mixture of anticipation and desire.
She didn’t remember the last time she had panted for a man.
Cold air hit her as Kaydon relented his slow torture. Pulling her now soaked underwear down her legs, he said, “We’re going to need to do another load of laundry.”
Adria was going to retort with some smart remark, but Kaydon buried his tongue so far into her she saw stars.
A wave of desire and need surged through her, twisting her gut. The severity of their situation faded into the background as the feeling of his touch consumed her thoughts.
Kaydon’s mouth.
Kaydon’s hands.
Kaydon’s body.
Kaydon’s scent.
It was all she could think about.
He pulled her impossibly closer to him. The sound of their heavy breathing mingled in the air as his tongue ventured deeper, exploring her wetness. It was as if he couldn’t get deep enough. He was devouring her, and Adria let her head fall back, eyes closed, heightening the sensations.
The tension within her built, like a wave ready to crash, bringing her closer to the edge of pleasure. She could feel herself teetering on the brink.
But then, abruptly, he stopped.
The sudden halt jolted her senses, her eyes snapping open to meet his intense gaze.
