My heart pumps wildly as I follow, climbing onto his lap. The Louis-style chair is wide and easily accommodates my knees on either side of his thick thighs. I wonder if he can see that my heart is beating out of my chest or if he notices the tremble of my fingers as I tug on his bow tie. Like the ribbon on a gift, it loosens effortlessly,the soft whisper as I pull it free from his collar doing strange and wonderful things to my insides.
I trace the top button on his shirt, then flick it open as Matt tilts his head back in invitation. His throat is warm as I press my lips to the triangle of exposed skin, and he swallows as I kiss my way up his neck, groaning softly as I graze his jaw with my teeth.
I did that to him. I made him moan.I turned his eyes lust glazed and green gold. I made his breath short and his cock hard.
I rest my hands on his shoulders, pressing onto my knees, feeling every inch a goddess.
“Good fucking God, you make my mouth water.” The hungry longing in his gaze answers a deep pulse inside me. His attention dips, transfixed now between my legs.
I crook his chin with my finger.I can commiserate, my hot friend.“You look like you want a taste,” I whisper.The tiny white scar on his brow. Where did he get that from?
“Ah, darlin’. I want my mouth on you more than I want my next breath.”
His words, how they affect me.
His dark lashes flutter like my insides as I draw closer and press my mouth to his. He gives a tortured-sounding groan as I take his soft bottom lip between my teeth, his fingers tightening on my butt.
“Ah, ah.” Our breaths still mingling, I lift his hands away, placing them back on the chair arms. “No touching.”
“You can’t mean to be so cruel.” His mouth tips upward, but he keeps his hands still, into this in more ways than just the iron rod in his pants.
“I think you like that I am.”I know I’m getting off just looking at you.
Ignoring the tremble in my fingers, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, eyes avid as I push the sides wide. As I circle his flat, tannipple, an unexpected tremor runs through him, his sharp intake of breath almost too loud for the room.
“I like that,” I whisper. The sound he made for me.
“I like you.”
I slide my fingers down his abs, his six-, no, eight-pack.Gotta love an overachiever,I think as I watch the muscles flex and contract. “You are sonice.”
A growl.
“You are, aren’t you?” I whisper in his ear, the tips of my breasts barely brushing his chest.
“Come and sit on my face, and I’ll show you exactly how nice I am.”
A low chuckle stutters out of me. But I think he means it. Now, wouldn’t that be something ...
I push up and put my hands to the back of the chair, my arms setting the girls to their best advantage. A sight he can’t fail to miss.
“Maybe you’re not so nice.” One hand in his hair now, I fist it, making him hiss. “Maybe you do deserve cruel,” I rasp as I drop into his lap and rock over him.
“Fuck.” His eyes slam closed as his body shudders.
Sensation heats and blooms, my skin hot and my pussy aching to be filled as I work over him again, loving how his attention turns inward, almost as though he’s concentrating.
“Wait.” Another swallow. “I think my brain just exploded.”
“Just your brain?”
His expression turns a touch sardonic. “Darlin’, you’re good. But you’ve no worries on that score.”
“Promise?”
His chuckle is so,sosmutty that it makes my cheeks burn. I’m almost naked and dry humping him, but bashful at the thought of him coming in his pants?Ridiculous,I think as I put my lips tohis neck again, swallowing the low rumble he makes as I press my teeth there.
“I don’t need your brains,” I whisper, working myself over him, loving how he throws back his head, eyes closing under the weight of this pleasure. “What I need from you ishere.” The feel of him. I have never been so turned on and can hardly believe the things I’m saying.
