“Still okay if I come inside?” James trails his fingers lightly over my cheeks.
“I might combust if you don’t.”
“I can’t stay the night. It’s bad form if they see me leave in the morning, but Christ, Zara. I need to be with you tonight.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” I slide off him, moving to the door as it opens. I add a little sway to my hips as we make our way inside the house.
I barely have the door unlocked and open when James is at my back. As soon as he kicks the door closed, his lips brush my neck with hot, wet kisses and then move down my back. Thank God for the open back on this dress. James’s hands slide under the material at my hips as I throw my head back, guiding us to my room.
“James. If you don’t stop, we’ll be doing this in the entryway.” I spin in his arms.
“I’m not seeing the problem.” His eyes are playful as they rake over me.
“Bedroom. Now.” I walk backwards, keeping my eyes on him as he loosens his tie. I can’t wait to feel those hands all over my bare skin. Inside me. Driving me towards pleasure.
Sweeping my skirt in one hand, I race up the stairs, James hot on my trail. His hands grab me as I push open my door.
“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress.” James’s voice burns with need. I tug the zipper down as he stalks towards me, like a cheetah on the hunt for his prey.
He holds the material at my shoulders, before sliding it down. The heavy material falls down around me, leaving me in only my thong and heels.
“Fecking hell. You are beautiful.” His voice is dripping with need as his hands light an inferno inside me.
His thumbs skate over my nipples, turning them into diamonds. I arch into his touch.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes.” I fist my hands in his shirt, wanting to feel his muscles under my fingers.
My knees hit the bed and I fall back, my body aching with need as I watch him. James starts unbuttoning his shirt, painstakingly slow. Finally throwing off his shirt, his abs are on full display. A smattering of hair coats his chest, and a dark trail of hair disappears below his pants.
I try to quell the ache coiling in my centre, but James grabs my legs, throwing them apart.
“Your pleasure is mine tonight.” Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he sinks to his knees. James plants searing kisses as he moves up my leg, getting closer to where I really want him. “I’ve dreamed about this pussy.” His finger ghosting over the sheer fabric is enough to make me come.
“Damn it, James! I need your mouth—” I’m cut off as he finally sweeps his tongue over my slit. Ripping the tiny shred of fabric off me, he sucks my clit into his mouth. He moves his tongue with expert precision as he sinks two fingers inside me. My heels dig deep into his back, wanting to keep him where he is.
I’m riding his tongue and fingers without shame. I’ve never felt so wanton, so sexy, as I do with this skilled man who is driving me closer and closer to orgasm.
“You taste like a dream, Zara. I can’t wait until you explode on my tongue,” he whispers to me between licking and sucking. A few more strokes and I’m coming undone. Stars explode around me as the most intense orgasm sweeps through me. The only thing keeping me grounded is James’s hand on my stomach. I’m a writhing mess beneath him.
James pulls off me slowly, his lips glistening with my release. I pull him over me, his weight settling on top of me, and claim his lips with mine.
It’s hard.
It’s raw.
It’s sinful.
It’s everything.
My hands are shaky from my orgasm as I undo his belt buckle. Reaching into his boxers, I pull his hard cock out. He’s big, but not overwhelming. Velvet steel in my hand.
“Fuuuck, Zara.” James’s voice is drawn tight as I work my hand over his shaft, a bead of precum leaking from the tip. He’s rocking into my hand as I move faster. James grabs my hand, pulling it out.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow in your hand. What would that say about me?” He rocks back, his hands holding my arms above my head.
“That I turn you on?”
“That you do.” He sucks the tight bud of my nipple into his mouth.
