A soft sound escapes her lips, and I circle her nipple with my tongue—once, twice—before taking it fully into my mouth. Her back arches beneath me, and I give a little nip of my teeth, before soothing it with another slow sweep of my tongue.
I use my fingers to trace her inner thighs, letting her heat guide me closer to where I want to be. I dip into her shorts, and my thumb grazes the fabric of her underwear for half a second before her free hand closes around my wrist, stopping me short. I lift my head, meet her eyes, and watch a deep blush creep across her face.
She gives a small shake of her head, embarrassed, but smiling. “I’m sorry.”
I lean back in slowly, and when she closes her eyes, I drop another kiss on her soft skin, sliding her pajama shorts down her legs. When I hear them hit the floor, I let my mouth wander down the lines of her body, somewhere I’ve never been, yet somehow know like the back of my hand. I press my lips to the gentle slope of her stomach, along the curve of her hip, and then slightly lower. I can feel her heat against my lips through the last bit of fabric covering her. I lower myself, desperate for a taste of her, when her hands fall to my shoulders, stopping me again.
I shift up so my arms bracket her, holding myself just above her face but giving us both enough space to breathe. “What’s going on, Chlo?” I ask, sliding a piece of hair out of her face.
“I’m sorry,” she says again, quieter this time. “I’m just a little nervous.”
“What are you nervous about?” My voice drops, hoping to steady her.
She hesitates for a moment, but then she looks at me. “I just—I want to be good for you. I know you’ve done this before, and I’m not a virgin or anything?—”
“Don’t tease me,” I interrupt and it’s enough to make her laugh.
Her hands press into my chest, fingers curling like she’s trying to anchor herself with me. “I just know I won’t be able to compare to some of the more experienced women you’ve been with.”
I’ve never bothered fighting my reputation. I’ve worn it because it was easier than explaining myself, but right now, I wish I could tear it apart piece by piece.
“Chloe,” I say, soft but firm. “We could play the comparison game all day. But you’d win every time, because while yes, I have been with other women,” I admit. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I brush my thumb along her jaw, tipping her face just enough to make sure she sees the honesty in my eyes.
“Now,” I murmur, going back in for the spot on her neck that I can’t seem to get enough of. “Will you let me show you how much I want you?”
Her teeth catch her bottom lip once again, failing to hide her smile, and she nods.
“Good girl.” I bend my arms, aiming to kiss her lips, before I lift at the last second, and kiss her forehead instead.
I stand from the bed and her head turns, tracking me as I move. I finish pulling the tie from my neck and toss the silk fabric onto her chest while I work the buttons of my dress shirt.
“If I asked you to be good for me, how good would you be?”
“Good,” she whispers. “So good.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I kneel on the pillows and drag the tie slowly between her breasts.
“I believe you, Chloe.” I thread the fabric through the iron bars, pulling it taught before guiding her hands up, covering hers with mine as I slide them through the loop. “But just so I can show you how badly I want you…” I give the knot a firm tug, then let my fingers trail down her arms.
“No distractions.” I lean in close, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. She tilts her head toward me instinctively, until we’re cheek to cheek exchanging a breath. I kiss the corner of her lips before standing and making my way to the end of the bed.
Her legs are pressed together, but her focus is all on me.
“Spread your legs.”
The rustle of the sheets sounds impossibly loud in my ears as she parts them, toes pointed slightly. Everything else fades until the only sound I can hear is my own heartbeat blaring between my ears when my eyes land on the wet spot at the center of her underwear.
“Fucking hell, Chloe,” I groan, planting my knee between her legs before she can think to close them again.
“If I checked last night, would I have found you this wet?” I ask, dragging my hand up the length of her leg.
“Yes.”
“You mean to tell me, I let you go home…” I slide my thumb from the top of her mound, down her center, and her mouth parts at the contact. “Soaked.” I hook a finger through the fabric, pressing the pad of my thumb to her swollen clit. “And needy.”
Her breath comes out in shallow pants as she tries to press her legs together but only squeezes the sides of my body.
