His eyes dip to the cleavage peeking out of the top of my shirt, and he traces the delicate skin with his finger. “I have a few ideas.”
“I’d love to hear them.”
A low growl travels up his throat before he yanks my bottom lip down with his thumb. “How about I just show you?”
We lean forward at the same time and capture each other’s mouths in a desperate kiss that has been building all night. It’s been nearly a week since the last time we were naked together, and my body is eager to be reminded of how his touch controls me.
He buries his hand in my hair, manipulating my head as he owns me with his mouth—deep strokes of his tongue, soft nips, the drag of his teeth across my bottom lip. Each move makes me struggle to take in air.
When we part, he stands from the couch and starts undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Get naked, baby.”
I reach to my ribs and slide the side zipper down before lifting the shirt up and over my head, revealing my strapless bra to him—a black satinnumber with lace.
When he’s undone the last button on his shirt, he strips it from his arms and drops it to the floor before tipping my chin up, locking his eyes on mine. “You are so fucking sexy, Vienna.”
“Right back at you, Rhonan.” I drag my hands down his chest and abs, stopping at the clasp on his slacks to release it. I can feel his hard length under my hands, so I make quick work of his zipper and then reach behind him to push his slacks and briefs down, revealing his hard length right in front of my face.
I keep my eyes on him as I bring his tip to my mouth, licking around it softly, dragging my tongue from the base of him all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
The deep moan of satisfaction that leaves him urges me to continue. “This fucking mouth.” He strokes the side of my face with his thumb. “So fucking perfect.” I worship his cock for a few more minutes before he pulls away from me. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come down your throat, and I’d rather be buried inside you when that happens.”
Licking my lips, I nod. “I want that too.”
“Stand up.”
Keeping only a few inches of space between us, I follow his order while keeping my eyes on his. His hands move down my arms, softly tracing my skin, like he’s memorizing the feel of me. When he reaches behind me and pops the clasp on my bra, the fabric falls to the floor between us.
He cups my breasts, toying with my nipples as he leans down and kisses my shoulders, my collarbone, and up my neck right to my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Rhonan…”
“Patience, baby. For once, we don’t need to rush. I’m gonna take my time, worship you the way you deserve, play with you until you’reso desperate for my cock that you’re begging for it.” He nibbles on my earlobe.
“Not fair.”
“I know it’s not, because that’s how you make me feel every day, Vienna—desperate. For more of you, for more of this, for just…more.”
Our eyes meet and then he’s kissing me again, our hands roaming over each other’s torsos. Rhonan kicks his slacks and briefs from his feet, and then he’s dragging the zipper down the back of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor before cupping my ass in his hands. “Fuck, your ass is exquisite.”
“You can thank yoga for that.”
He laughs before grabbing the strings of my thong on my hips and tearing them apart, tossing the flimsy excuse for fabric to the side.
“Hey! I liked those.”
“I’ll buy you more.” Cupping my face, he brings my mouth to his once more, holding me to his chest so tight that I can feel his hard, hot length resting between us, almost perfectly in line with my slit. When he realizes this too, he moves his hips back and forth, sliding between my lips just enough that I know he can feel how wet I am. “Fuck, your pussy is dripping already.”
“I need you,” I say, reaching between us to help him part my lips even more so his length can rub against my clit. If there were a more significant height difference between us, this position and movement probably wouldn’t work. But his slow drags across my sensitive flesh are making my legs shake and building up the pressure inside of me.
“And you’ll have me. But first, I need to satisfy my craving for a taste of this pussy.”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me to his room and guides me to sit on the edge of his bed. I’m too mesmerized by the look in his eyes to realize that this is my first time in here.
“Prop your feet up on the bed and let me see you, baby.”
I do as he says, feeling more exposed than I ever have, but not because of my nakedness.
No. This exposure feels like accepting the shift happening between us—the open desire, the need, and the trust.
