“I feel pretty fucking fantastic right now.” He covers my hand and pulls it lower, so we’re both cupping his erection, my hand in his. He groans under his breath when I squeeze, and his voice goes ragged when I drag my fingers down to his balls. “You want to make me come in my jeans again?”
I laugh, a little breathless. “I want to see it this time. Or feel it.”
“Fuck.” He bucks his hips, pressing into my touch. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you want. However you want it. But I have some requests, too.”
“What do you want?” I find his gaze, but when our eyes connect, it’shimwho holds the connection.
Everything, his expression makes clear.
“Tonight, and tomorrow…” he murmurs, shifting so his body covers mine, so my bare tits are pressed against his warm chest, and I’m wrapped in his safe embrace. “And the days after that, if you can share them.”
“They’re yours.”
“I’m going to be greedy and ask for weeks next, then months…” The way he trails off, leading me, waiting for me to catch up, tells me where he’s going, and it’s so much, it’s almost too much, but I nod and kiss him back.
He wants years after that, too.
“Years,” he repeats, as if he can hear my soul. “Forever, if you’ll let me…”
And then he kisses me, as if he doesn’t want to give me space to say no, to correct him. As he kisses me, his hands returning over and over again to my breasts, and then lower, drifting up and down, up and down, until I panting and writhing for him.
When he gets my skirt up high enough to play at the top of my panties, his fingers teasing the elastic there, it feels like electric sparks on my belly.
He eases his head back enough to hold my gaze as he touches me there for the first time. At first I think he’s going to slip his fingers into my panties, but instead he flattens his hand over my middle. “Is this okay?”
I nod carefully.
“You’re so gorgeous.” He swallows hard, and that little reveal means the world to me. He’s nervous about this, too.
But that doesn’t stop him from taking charge again.
Kissing me again.
Touching me, up and down, up and down, under my dress this time.
And when he returns to my panties, this time hedoesslide his fingers into the damp cotton, and it’s everything.
“Jesus, Hope, you’re so slick. Did you make all this for me?” He crushes his mouth against mine, a kiss that saysthank youandyou’re sexyandGod damnall at the same time.
His chest heaves as he rolls me onto my back and shoulders his way between my thighs. When he pulls my panties aside, he whispers another wish against my bare, pulsing flesh. “I want everything you can give me. But I’ll start with this, if you’ll let me taste you.”
I can’t say no to him. My hips lift, surging against his mouth and my pussy connects with his tongue for the very first time.
I’ve never been licked before, and it’s shocking. Soft but firm, wet and constantly moving. Exactly like kissing, of course it is, but on the most sensitive part of my body. The most intimate and private, too, and Zane is devouring me like he owns this part of me.
He’s being cautious about our sounds not carrying too far, but he’s notthatquiet. I can feel that tension as he keeps his growly, horny noises low. Just for me, encouraging reactions to my body throbbing and growing swollen, slick.
“That’s it, that’s the way.” He pulls up and licks his lips, his gaze hooded but piercing. “You taste incredible.”
I squirm at the compliment.
He grins. “Gonna want to do this every day for sure.”
And then his smile slowly softens, fading into a look of serious intent as he ducks his head again.
My clit jumps to meet his mouth again.
Every day?
