There's a split second where we're connected by our extremities: one set of hands clasping with my other hand onher ankle, holding it in the air to keep her from retreating. We stare at each other for a long, tense second. My gaze lowers to the juncture between her legs, sucking in a deep breath of my own and smelling her delicious scent. My heart thumps hard in my chest at the sight of the perfectly plump mound of her pussy, barely covered by the dress.
I take another deep breath in a bid for self-control. Sarah whimpers when I firm my hold on her hand and ankle and slowly press her leg outward, opening her up even more for my gaze. A low, rough sound of longing rips from my chest when the red, lacy panties I'd picked out for her peek out under the slit in her dress. I swallow hard, denying myself throwing her to the couch and fucking her the way I want to.
Denying myself smearing cake all over her body and licking it off, my true desire and kink is to eat food off of her and mix its flavor with hers, giving myself a one-way ticket to nirvana.
I pull on her ankle, making her inch closer to me carefully. Lowering her leg, I place her foot back on my thigh and slowly drag my fingertips up her calf to her knee.
"Oh God," she whines breathlessly.
I lean forward and place my lips to her knee, giving her a wet kiss there. Letting go of her hand, she places it on my shoulder as I run both of my hands up underneath her dress to the back of her leg until my hands encompass her ass and squeeze, making a moan fly out of her mouth.
We stay there like this in the quiet, while I knead her ass and keep my lips pressed to her knee. "I love the way you respond to me. And I haven't even kissed you yet," I murmur against her flesh. "Fuck, you're so soft. So pretty."
"Alex, I want you to touch me."
Amused, I look up to see her eyes widen, and her hand flies up to her mouth as if embarrassed by her sudden outburst. But it doesn't phase me.
I stay quiet, trailing my lips further up the sensitive, vulnerable flesh of her inner thigh. Her scent gets stronger, intoxicating me. "I didn't bring you to Vancouver to fuck you, baby." I keep my voice quiet while lashing my tongue against her skin and groan at her taste.
"I know!" she gasps. "I know you didn't, Alex, b-but-"
"Sssshhhh. You talk so much, Miss Counselor," I chastise gently with a dark chuckle, nipping at her skin.
I smile when the muscles in her thigh begin to shake uncontrollably.
Thinking of all the ways I can fuck her, the images torture me even as I also torture myself with her scent. The same scent I smelled on my hand this morning. "Tell me, do you enjoy it when I have my hand on your pussy at night?" I ask. My hands tighten on her ass when she jerks in surprise.
"Wh-What—"
"You heard me, beautiful. I said, do you enjoy it?" I wrap my teeth around her garter and give her a little snap, making her jump. I lick my tongue underneath, soothing the sting away before scraping my teeth against her skin in a warning. At her silence, I pull back slightly. "Answer me, sweetness."
Her response is a rapid,"Yes."
The features in my face tighten at her admission. "Were you going to tell me, sweetness," I ask gently, "or was that supposed to be your naughty secret?" I smile, delighting in the slightly overwhelmed look on her face. "As you should see by now, not much gets past me."
"I—" Her eyes lower, and the flush in her face deepens.
"Do you think about me placing my fingers inside you?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"Do you think about me fucking you?"
"Y-yes."
I take pity on her, slowly pulling down her garter until it falls to her ankle. Our eyes stay locked. The tension between us sweltering, I slide it off before sitting back and handing it to her. "Put it in your panties."
Sarah bites her bottom lip, unsure.
"Do it."
My chest tightens so hard I don’t know if it's actually healthy to let oneself become this aroused, then stay there on the precipice with no relief for as long as I'd been.
Sarah sucks in a sharp breath through her nose, and my eyes flit down to her covered mound, watching her slowly shove the garter under the lace. When her fingers hesitate, I lift my gaze to her and arch a haughty brow, not able to help my stern tone. "Don't be fresh. All the way so it's snug right against your cunt."
Sarah's eyes are burning pools of desire, and her lips quiver as she pushes it lower. My cock jerks again with the knowledge she's feeling her fingertips and the rough lace of the garter scrape her sensitive clit. As if to reinforce this knowledge, she lets out a desperate whine that turns into a small cry as I roughly yank her to me. She tumbles into my lap and falls onto my chest hard. Her breath washes over my mouth, our lips so close they're almost touching.
Everything in me wants to close the distance between us and take her mouth. But instead, I slowly lower her down my chest, our clothes softly rustling as she makes her descent, until I settle her to where she's straddling my hips. Right on the thick bulge of my cock.
