He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and suddenly, I want to replace his tongue with mine.
“Your interpretation of being adventurous is to use a different toy?”
“What would you suggest I use?”
He smirks as he hands me the heavy metal butt plug, and I realize I have walked into a trap. “Me.”
I snort and drop the toy into the drawer, slamming it closed. The contents rattle around, taunting us both. He’s still on his knees and so am I. “Not likely.”
“Frightened?” His eyes, so dark I almost can’t see their color, dance.
“Of you? No.” Terrified.
“I bet I could make you come, Ellie.”
“Why do you keep changing what you call me?”
He shakes his head. “I’m not allowing you to wiggle out of this conversation with redirection. Though I’m both amused and ashamed you think it’s that easy to distract me.”
I level him with a look and force myself not to flinch from the heat of pure carnal desire in his gaze. “Women are excellent fakers. I’m sure you have an overinflated ego which helps you believe you can make me come when others have failed.”
“Prove it.”
I roll my eyes and rotate my neck as I warm up my superb acting skills. The first moan I let loose is low, a whimper more than anything else. My eyes fall closed, and I run my hands through my hair, tugging on it like Hunter did. My knees separate a little, and I work up in intensity, whispering his name before I arch my spine and pant a little faster. I cry out before opening my eyes, getting ready for Hunter’s assessment of my skills.
Instead, he leans forward on his hands, crawling closer to me with his pupils blown. He pauses so we aren’t touching, but if I breathe a little too fast, it would push my breasts against his chest. “I meant prove it by letting me try,” he utters hoarsely. My lips part, heat flaring in my cheeks.Oh. My bad.“But now you’ve shown me how you fake it, let me tell you exactly what I am going to do to make sure you are not coming once, butseveral times. And you will come, Ellie, around my fingers, on my tongue, and squeezing my cock.”
He bends his head and blows a breath down the valley of my breasts, goosebumps lifting along my chest. “First, I would peel off your shirt, so there’s one less barrier between us.”
“Going straight for the tits is a rookie move,” I reply. Perhaps I shouldn’t be worried about him sweeping me off my feet after all. But instead of elation, disappointment spears me.
“Who said I was going for your tits? Stop trying to control me, and let me spoil you the way you should be treasured. I’d run my fingertips from your wrists, up your arms, and sweep them over your shoulders and down your spine, chasing the gooseflesh erupting on your silken skin.”
Said gooseflesh prickles under my shirt. How...
“Then, I’d run my lips along the same path, pausing on your pulse points to apply a little pressure with my mouth, sucking until it throbs under my tongue.”
There’s definitely a throb starting, but much,muchlower.
“When you start squirming restlessly beneath me, I’d peel back these tight jeans. You can keep the heels on. I’m looking forward to them digging in my back.”
That’s something I have never done before, but I can see the appeal. It’s a new level of naughty I want to revel in with him. “I’ll trail my fingers around your ankles, along your calves, pausing to caress the back of your knees. You’ll be super sensitive, and that area is full of nerve endings. It’s going to be unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. I’ll finish that first round of exploration on the outside of your thighs before repeating the path with my mouth. But this time, your legs will fall open as you wordlessly beg for the friction you need.”
My breathing stutters in my chest, and my face burns, but not with embarrassment. “Then what?” I can’t help but ask.
He grins, a baring of teeth full of carnal promise. I’m assuming he will go for the jackpot now and spoil the buildup. I’m simultaneously begging for him to do so and not.You cannot fall for this man, Ellie.
He inches closer, his shirt rubbing against mine, and I have to stifle the groan at the small contact. It’s not enough. It won’t ever be enough.His lips touch my ear, and his hands slide under my shirt to splay across my back. “Then, I’ll kiss and nibble over your stomach, along the edge of lace on your panties that drives me wild, before I head further up your body and press my tongue against your hard nipple through your bra. Has anyone ever sucked on your tits through the lace, Ellie?”
I shake my head and realize at some point I pushed my hands into his hair. My nails scrape against his scalp, and he groans, the sound reaching into my core as it tightens with desperation.
“Are you hot and needy yet?” he whispers against my ear. I... am I? Oh my god... No.
His hands tighten, keeping me pressed against him as he leans his head back to stare into my eyes. “Now tell me I can’t make you come.”
“You haven’t touched my clit. I hate to break it to you, but what you described is not going to cut it.”
“I didn’t ask if you had come, Eleanor, I asked you to tell me, with absolute truth, you still believe I can’t make you come.”
