Sweeping the hair back from her neck, I take what I want. What she’s finally giving to me.
Her pulse is firing under my lips as I suck on the warm skin. Fuck, she tastes delicious.
Her hands hold me to her as I snake one of my hands around her stomach, finding the sash on the robe to untie.
The soft material slips off her. And fuck me. Layla’s in a matching top and underwear set. Made of sheer fabric, the light-pink material is laced with what looks to be tiny blue flowers.
“Did you make this?” I trace a finger over the camisole, watching goose pimples erupt on her chest.
Her nipples are two hard points.
“I did.”
“I want to rip this off you,” I growl. I want this woman to be naked so I can feast on every inch of her body.
“Do that and this will be over real fast.”
“Oh yeah?” I slide a finger under the strap, pulling it down over her shoulder.
“Handmade lingerie is not something that I want to see torn to shreds.”
“Then how about seeing it on the floor?” I spin her, pulling her flush against me. My dick is aching, crying out to get inside this woman. “I wouldn’t want to ruin this masterpiece.”
I pull the top up and over her head. Pressing kisses to her shoulder, I trail my fingers up her arms.
I want nothing more than to throw her down on the bed and see her spread out before me. To taste more of her. But with the way she’s arching into my touch, I want to draw out every bit of her pleasure.
I drag my fingers over her shoulder, trailing a path between her cleavage.
“Simon,” Layla whimpers.
“Yes, love?”
“Touch me.”
I smile into her neck, nipping on the soft skin there.
“I believe I am.”
“You know what I mean.” She wiggles her hips against me and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock harder.
“How about this?”
I dip my hand underneath the soft fabric of the thong she’s wearing and find her dripping for me. Parting her pussy, I find her clit.
“Yes!” Layla grabs my arm, holding me in place. “Keep doing that.”
“You want to come on my fingers?” I keep my touch light, swirling soft circles over her tight bundle of nerves. She’s grinding down onto my hand as I slip a finger inside of her.
“I want you to make me come.”
“That I can do.”
Withdrawing my hand, I spin Layla in my arms and take her mouth in a punishing kiss. I swallow every moan as she clings to me.
She presses herself farther into me, letting me feel all of that skin. I nip and suck at her lips, getting lost in her.
Every time her tongue touches mine, it’s like a line directly to my cock. I’ve never been so painfully hard in my life.
