With each step, my fears of being cast to the side by this man dissipate and my desire amps up.
I want him.
Shutting the door behind me, Bode walks to the bed, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. His jeans rest low on his hips, Vs leading into the waist of his boxer briefs.
“Like what you see?”
I nod, walking closer. “Yes.”
“I really like that word.”
Grabbing me around the hips, Bode throws me onto the bed and settles over me. Laughter bubbles out of me as he peppers my face with kisses.
When our mouths connect, they turn slow. Drugging.
I wrap my legs around him and feel his long, hard cock through his jeans. I gasp. “Holy shit.”
Bode’s lips kiss a path along my jaw, my neck, nibbling on the tender skin. “I plan to devour you, Stevie. Every inch of this body. I want to show you just how much I care about you.”
“Do it. Please.”
Warm, open-mouthed kisses suck on my exposed neck as he peels open the buttons of my blouse. Goose bumps erupt on my skin.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” Bode whispers against my breast.
Pulling the cup of my bra down, he takes my nipple between his teeth.
“Gah.”
It’s the smallest of touches, but it lights me up from the inside out.
“You like that?”
“Yes. More.”
Strong, callused fingers work with deft skill as they undo the button on my jeans. Peeling me out of them, he tosses them behind him.
He rocks back onto his heels. “Where to start?” He taps one finger to his lip.
“Here.” I swipe a finger over the band of my underwear.
“And how would you like me, hmm? My mouth? Fingers? My cock?”
I nod. “Yes. All of the above.”
Grabbing the material in one hand, Bode rips it off in one go. “I have been dreaming of this pussy.” He sinks one finger inside of me and I almost combust. “Thinking how warm and delicious it would be. I want to see you come as I eat you out.”
Bode’s brown eyes lock with mine as he closes his mouth over my folds. I don’t look away, even as I arch off the bed.
Every lick, every suck, every brush of his fingers strumming my clit is a tease. A slow torment as he keeps working me over just enough but not tipping me over the edge.
“Make me come, Bode.”
He pushes another finger inside, spreading them open. “I don’t think you’ve asked nicely.”
“How nicely do I need to ask?” I whine.
Bode shifts back, wiping his mouth. “Hmm. I think I need to hear another please. Maybe some begging.”
