I shake my head, smiling against his lips.
“As wonderful as the candles are, we should blow them out. Go get into bed, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I nod, rushing to the room and pulling out a lingerie bodysuit I’d bought for myself last week. The silky black fabric worked in strips across my stomach, tied together with lace cups that push my boobs up so high, it makes them look two cup sizes bigger.
I slip it over my thighs, wiggling my hips to pull it up. The sheer fabric feels amazing against my skin, the lace thong sitting snug between my cheeks. I check myself out in the mirror and damn, I look good. The ice skating sessions have really been paying off, my legs are toned and strong.
I crawl over the bed, readying myself for when Alfie arrives and to give him the gift I’d gotten him. I’d planned to get comfy, but the door creaked open as I was on my hands and knees.
His voice drops an octave. “Fuck. Me.”
I peek over my shoulder, his eyes fixated on my ass. I bite my lip, trying to stifle a giggle watching him lose control over some silk and lace.
“Did you buy this for me, love?”
I catch his eye as he slips a finger beneath the fabric, drawing his finger from my hip down to my ass.
“Yes,” I moan as his finger brushes past my center. “And something else too. For your extracurricular activities.”
I hand him the balaclava, showing him the pink one I got for myself. I don’t expect him to wear it but he removes his glasses and slips it over his head anyway and a flood of heat jolts down between my legs.
“Stick that perfect ass up for me, face down.”
I do as he says, and he takes both cheeks in his hands, gripping me hard before leaning down to take a bite. I yelp, flinching away from him until he pulls me back, dropping a soft kiss where his teeth had left a mark.
I snake my hand between my legs, my fingers reaching for my sex, and I let him watch me rub myself over the smooth fabric.
“God, you’re perfect. You know that, don’t you?” He moves between my legs now, positioning the erection confined in his jeans right against my swollen sex. “You were made for me, love. And I’m going to keep you here.”
“Yesss,” I moan as he thrusts hard against me. The deep rumble of his voice combined with the balaclava covering his face has me panting.
“How do you want me? It’s your night. You can choose.”
“Take control.”
“You’re sure?” he murmurs.
“Please, I need it,” I practically beg him, my voice needy. The slide of his zipper indicates he’s willing to do what I ask. His heavy breathing fills the room with eager pants and muffled groans.
He slips off the bed, pulling the balaclava off and putting on his tortoiseshell glasses to take me in. I lick my lips as I watch him pull down his jeans. His cock outlined his boxers, hard and begging to be released. Next, he removes his T-shirt, tugging it over his head in one swoop and dropping it to the floor.
“Will you leave these on?” I ask, my finger running along the frame of his glasses.
He nods, straightening them, his lips tug upward. My eyes roam the planes of his chest, his broad shoulders housing such strength beneath. His abs flex as he bends to remove his boxers.
Fuck, he’s delicious. I want to lick every inch of him. As the boxers slip down and his cock frees, it bounces a little, hard andangry, almost throbbing. A pearl of pre-cum sits on the tip, and I crawl over to him to lick it up.
“This is supposed to be about you,” his mouth says as his fingers intertwine in my hair, pulling me closer.
I play with him, rolling my tongue around his swollen head. His fingers tighten their grip at the base of my neck, the strands of hairs tugging with a sharp sting. My tongue caresses the ridges of his cock as I take him deep. His balls tighten in my palm as his warm scent invades my nostrils. Hissing, he pulls back until his cock leaves my mouth empty.
“You’re a menace, Dr. Sinclair.”
I flush as I trail my fingers up and down his thigh before playing with his balls. “Now I know why you like it when I call you Dr. Adams.”
“Hmm, are you going to keep torturing me with it?”
I grin. “Absolutely.”
