He swallows as I curl my thumbs into the sides of the matching lace panties. “Wait.”
I freeze. Did I get this wrong? “You don’t want to?”
“Oh no, I want to. But first, we’re going to finish unpacking these.” He gestures at the two boxes. “You made Christmas come early, trouble. It’s only fair we celebrate appropriately.”
He reaches inside my box and pulls out two “couple” things. One is a dildo that is attached to the end of a suction thing. Who the hell knows why it was in the couples’ section. But it’s bigger than anything I have ever owned, and a little intimidating.
He smirks at the purple glittery dildo and puts it to one side. “That could be very useful.”
“How?”
The word is out before I can stop it. He winks, then plucks out a pair of leather restraints. “You want to be tied up?” he asks, his eyes wide. His voice has dropped a little deeper, curling around me and sparking more of my arousal.
“I think so.”
“You’ve never done it before?”
I shake my head. To give someone that kind of power is terrifying. I’ve always been interested in trying, but I’ve never trusted someone with my body completely until now. It’s something I want with him. He’s been so clear about consent that it’s nurturing a level of trust I never thought I would achieve. He opens his bedside drawer and drops the restraints as well as his cock ring and the butt plug into it before sliding it closed. Okay then, I guess he’s taking control of them, which makes sense. I can’t use them alone, and the other items are technically for him.
He drops both boxes to the floor and crawls onto the bed, crowding me back until my head hits the comforter. “You are so fucking beautiful, Ellie, and you’ve been taking care of yourself for so long. I get that letting me in is a struggle.”
Actually, the worrying part is that it’s not a struggle. He’s already been let in. I wrap my hand around the back of his head and drag his lips to mine. The kiss seals my fate as he stealsmy breath. I am falling for him. Over the course of two weeks, I’ve gone from being irritated at having him in my space to wondering where he is if I can’t see him.
His mouth puts pressure on mine, coaxing my lips open so he can tease me with his tongue. It’s erotic and sensual, and sends fire sizzling down my spine, making me grow wetter and needier. I’m empty, and the only solution is to have him inside of me.
My hands tear at his shirt, and I wrestle it off his body, making him break the kiss, which makes me growl. I don’t want his mouth anywhere else but on me.
His breath comes faster as I roll my hips up and rub against his jeans where I need him the most. I’m almost frantic, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before. This loss of control is heady. Carnal. Passionate. Why isn’t he already inside me?
He mutters a curse in my ear and grabs my hands, forcing them flat against the bed near the sides of my head. “I need a minute.”
“I need you.”
He sucks in a shocked breath. “You know what I’ve been thinking about for days, trouble?”
Thinking? Why do we need to think? I do too much of that. I want to feel. He slides down my body, and hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties as he slides them off my legs.Yes.
He stands and looks down at me, his eyes so dark they’re nearly black. My legs are open, unashamed of my nakedness, too needy and desperate to care right now. He moves around to the other side of the bed and opens the drawer, retrieving my pink soul sucker and placing it in my hand. “Are you wet enough to put that inside you?”
I nod, my mouth tight with confusion. “But this isn’t what I want.”
He chuckles. “I know. Humor me.”
My nostrils flare when I notice the red welts on his arms for the first time. “What happened?”
He glances at them and grimaces. “I’ll explain later. It’s nothing sexual, and nothing for you to worry about.” I don’t doubt the first statement. He is not the type of man to keep two women at the same time; it doesn’t fit. However, I can’t help but worry. He’s hurt, and he’s hiding whatever did this to him. “I promise I will explain, but right now, I want you to slide that toy into your tight pussy and turn it on. I’ll be right back.”
He disappears into the closet, and I do as he asks without hesitation. I don’t want to miss a moment of anything this man is willing to show me. He is the only one to ever give me pleasure, and I will follow his lead. Sliding it in deep, satisfying some of the desperation within me, I position the part over my clit that emits a pulse of air mimicking suction, although now I’ve experienced and fallen apart on Hunter’s tongue, I don’t think anything will ever compare. Switching on the power, the lowest setting starts, inside and out, as Hunter walks back into the room.
He runs a hand over his face as he strides around the bed and slides in next to me so he’s lying in the opposite direction. His face is level with my pussy, and he’s still got his jeans on, but they’re undone and I can make out the outline of his swelling cock behind his cotton boxers. It occurs to me he’s had his tongue inside me, and I’ve never even seen him.
The vibration and suction suddenly kick up a notch, making me cry out and bow off the bed. All thoughts of reaching into his jeans die as he mercilessly teases me. Every time I get close, he dials it down, and when I try to touch anywhere but my breasts, he stops the vibrations completely.
“Fucking hell, trouble,” he breathes. “You are stunning.”
“I need you to let me come,” I snarl.
His lips twitch, and I debate breaking his nose to steal the tiny remote and take control.Trust the process,my mind begs.
