I do as I’m told. His hand snakes around the front of me, pulling me flush to his chest.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers, lips brushing my neck.
I nod without hesitation. “Yes. Of course I do.”
His hand splays across my stomach and inches slowly upward. My breath stutters as it passes between my breasts, slow and deliberate. When he reaches my neck, his hand wraps gently around the front of it, light and controlled, but enough to make my breath hitch. He holds it there, steady, awakening every nerve in my body.
His other hand moves from my hip to the front, fingers finding my underwear, mirroring the same tormenting strokes as before. My thighs tense. His body presses into mine from behind, the contrast dizzying, one hand firm at my throat, the other driving every last thought out of me.
I soften into him, melting back against his chest, eyes fluttering closed as I give in to the sensations racing through me. The kind only he can pull from me. The kind that make everything else fade away.
His hands disappear.
A moment later, the smooth silk of his tie slides over my eyes.
A grin spreads across my face.
“This okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, breathless.
He steps back, and my ears perk up, like that’ll somehow help me see what he’s doing.
His breath skims down the curve of my back, and a shiver races upmy spine. His fingers hook around my underwear and he slides them down, over my hips, along my thighs, all the way to my feet.
His hands trail slowly up my calves, over my hamstrings, warmth skating across the back of my legs. Then his palm lands on my bare ass in a light smack, jolting a gasp out of me.
“To the bed,” he says, guiding me forward.
He turns me, lowering me until I’m flat against the mattress, right at the edge. His body hovers over mine, heat radiating, and I instinctively arch, lifting my hips into him.
He kisses me deep, stealing my breath away. I grab at him, my hands roaming across his skin, the hard lines of muscle firm beneath my fingertips. I reach lower, pressing the heel of my hand against his cock, and he groans into my mouth.
His fingers finally slide down the center of me. Firm. Slow. Then he circles my clit once… twice… just enough to feed the ache.
His lips slide across my jaw to my ear. “I’m going to taste you now.”
My stomach dips hard.
“Make you come against my tongue. Lick your pussy until you’re moaning my name.”
“Fuck, Matt,” I breathe.
“I want to hear you, babe. Don’t hold back.”
Then his mouth trails down my neck, over my chest, nipping his way lower.
My back arches. My thighs press together in search of friction, then part, desperate for him.
And when his mouth finally reaches me?—
Oh my God.
He grips my thighs and spreads them wide, pinning them open against the bed.
His tongue drags up the center of me.
A moan spills from my lips.
