I care only that his hands stay on mine, pulling my chest flush against his hairy one. His chest hair rubbing against my sensitive breasts. Only that his mouth is back on my skin, kissing the neck and moving down to the spot between my breasts. “Look at me,” he growls and my eyes snap to his, gasping at the heat I read in them. “I want your eyes on me.” With that, he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries us to the bed, laying me down and hovering above me with a hunger in his eyes that only makes me want more.
It's dirty, awfully arousing when he cups my left breast and takes my right nipple into his mouth, eyes locked with mine. "Pope," I whimper, fighting the urge to close my eyes as pleasure floods my stomach when he begins to suckle on the sensitive bead and it shouldn’t…I never imagined...God.
“Don’t look away!”
It’s an order, one that takes everything in me to follow. I keep my dazed eyes on his feral ones, sinking deeper into a pit of need I'm afraid will be hard to sate. Still, I look at him when he kisses the valley between my breasts, moving down to my stomach. I don’t look away when one of the most powerful man in Las Vegas drops his broad, inked shoulders between mythighs, but I am under no illusion who is running the show. Even trapped between my legs, with the busy city behind him, he looks so dangerous. So powerful.
And he wants me.
I shiver when he kisses my mound, blushing fiercely when he nudges my hips apart. Pope doesn’t tear his eyes from me even as he nudges his nose between my folds, groaning deeply. “Fuck!” he grinds huskily, taking my knee and lifting it to his shoulder. “You smell so fucking good, little rabbit.” He sounds out of breath, like a man who just ran a marathon. And I’m no better, breathless as he leans forward and swipes his tongue between my wet folds.
White-hot pleasure shoots through my body and I cry out, my back arching against the wall. My nails dig into my palms and my eyes flutter to a close as my body tries to make sense of how I could feel that. It’s like being struck by lightning, over and over again as his tongue strokes the sensitive bud hidden within my slick, feminine flesh.
Oh God. God.
“Look at me!” I don’t realize my eyes have shut until the order comes through, snapping my gaze back to his. There is desire written in his eyes, tension on his face and shoulders. “Fuck me, but you taste so sweet, baby.” I moan when his tongue delves back between my folds, dragging over the valley of my flesh. His hand digs into my hip, sliding to my ass and squeezing gently as his mouth moves fast over my wetness, the sounds he’s making causing the ache in my sex to grow fervent. When I start to close my eyes, he stops, forcing them back open and…it's torture. It's cruel for him to expect me to control where my eyes are looking when I have absolutely no control here.
“Pope, please,” I sob, sliding my hands into his hair and gripping hard, hips rolling against that sinful mouth, seeking…wanting and chasing at the promise of a sweet release. “Please.”
Those dark eyes stay on mine as his tongue strikes my clit, racing fast over the sensitive bud and shooting tiny bursts of pleasure through my body and to the tips of my toes. There are no words, nothing but the heavy sounds of my breath heaving in and out of my lungs as that sinful tongue laps at my most intimate spots, pulling me closer and closer to the edge.
The orgasm takes me by surprise. Not its presence but with its intensity. I throw my head back with a cry, my back arches off the bed and my thighs tremble around Pope’s head. My sex constricts painfully before releasing in a maddening ripple of pleasure and when his mouth closes around my pulsing clit, I scream.
“Oh God… Pope!” I cry out, my stomach spasming as the rest of me trembles violently but he doesn’t stop, suckling softly at the sensitive bead. I tug hard at his hair, grinding up on his mouth as my sex clenches and pulsates over his tongue. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids with every stroke of tongue, with every second the orgasm lasts, robbing me of my breath.
I’m still trembling when he moves up my body, placing loud, wet kisses up my stomach along the way. I’m not surprised when he takes my chin and tips my face, making my gaze meet his. “Take me out,” he says roughly, brushing his mouth over mine and it takes a second for me to make sense of what he’s asking me. With shaky hands, I reach between us and unzip him. I’ve never touched a man this way before and I gasp when his cock jumps at my touch. “Fuck, little rabbit. You could make a man shoot in his fucking pants like some teen.”
“I can?”
His hand closes over mine and guides me into taking out his erection and good lord, he’s so big. I’m terrified to look down and see just how big, but I can’t wrap my hand all around him. “Do you have any fucking idea what your beautiful face is doing to me? All those emotions that cross your eyes. It’s almost like I can read your mind, little rabbit.” He guides me to stroke him, his breathing growing ragged as he rocks into our fists. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long.”
“What can I do?”
"Squeeze my cock…fuck, just like that…Oh, fuck baby!" he growls, pushing my hand aside and I gasp when he slams his cock between my thighs, sliding the thick length of it between my folds. The tip of his erection touches my entrance and for one terrifying moment, I wait for him to push into me but he pulls back, instead, rocking his cock against my sex, working it through the valley of my womanhood and making my clit ache. “Fuuuck!”
“Pope!” My mouth opens in a whimper as pleasure floods through me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean into him, pushing to meet his thrusts, whimpering as every stroke teases my sensitive clit. When he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips, his tongue, whining when the sensation becomes too much for me to bear.
Oh God.
He grips my waist hard, rocking faster and faster against my aching sex, tumbling me into yet another climax, seconds before his muscles tense against me. Pope comes with a strangled groan, sinking his face into my neck as violent tremors roll through his body. He shakes against me, groaning into my skin as his spend lands over my sex and runs to my inner thighs. His grip turns bruising as he thrusts between my thighs,painting his seed between my folds, mixing his wet arousal with mine.
My hands weakly hold onto him when he collapses on top of me. For several minutes, no one speaks. The only sound in the room is our harsh breathing and…I want to regret this moment. My wanton behavior, the desperation in which I needed him to touch me.
It’s not ideal for me to fall in love with a man when it’s obvious our union has a set deadline.
And yet, when Pope pushes up to look at me, those fingers lifting to brush my damp hair from my face, I fall a little for him. “Do you have any more doubts about our chemistry?” I shake my head, words failing me. His mouth stretches into a grin and then he’s pushing away, his hand pulling mine as he takes me to the bathroom. I wait until he turns to fiddle with the shower and my breathing is back to normal, as normal as it can get, before turning to him.
“Why didn’t you do it?”
“What?”
“Sex,” I say, fighting a blush when he turns to look at me. “The whole point of this deal is to eventually get me pregnant and you need to…um…”
“Come inside of you?”
Christ.“Yeah?”
He laughs at my obvious embarrassment, taking my hand and pulling me under the hot shower with him. “You’re not ready for that yet,” he says, squeezing soap into his hand and running it over my shoulders. I bite down a whimper when his hand moves over my breasts, fondling my aching nipples in those massive palms. “I don’t want you to think that my onlyinterest in being with you is to get you pregnant. That’s not the point of what we just did.”
