My breath comes rushing out of me. Sitting here, seeing this beautiful man on his knees, eager to please me, has me on the verge of coming.
I look down at his massive hands. “I want you to make me come with your hands. And then with your mouth.”
A wicked smile tugs at his lips. He leans in and kisses me.
He kisses down my neck. “Is it okay if I take my shirt off?” he asks.
I nod eagerly. I watch with hungry eyes as he peels it off and drops it on the floor.
I run my gaze over his body, in awe of how he’s the guy I’ve been lusting after for months on social media.
I reach out and touch his abs. “I can’t believe that you’re my Instagram crush.”
My mouth waters. I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his chest. Above me, he hisses.
“This whole time I’ve been drooling over you through my phone screen. I had no idea it was you.”
Gently, he grabs my chin in his hand and tilts my face up to kiss him. His tongue tangles with mine. We’re both breathing hard.
He leans back, still holding my face. “Did you touch yourself when you looked at my photos?”
I nod at him, my nerves kicking up.
His mouth curves up in a sexy smile. “That’s so hot.”
He moves me down on the bed and lies next to me on his side. He rests his massive palm on my stomach and runs his tongue along the hinge of my jaw. My eyelids flutter, and I gasp.
“I wanna watch you touch yourself, Briar. Later. Right now, I wanna make you come.”
My whole body trembles in anticipation as he slides his hand up my top.
“You…you can take my clothes off. Not just my skirt and my top, but my bra and panties too. If you want.”
His hand stills on my body. His throat bobs. “Are you comfortable with that?”
I look him in the eye and nod.
Slowly, he pulls off my top. I lift up my hips so he can slide off my skirt. I’m left in just a black lace thong and a matching bra.
My heart hammers in my chest as Blake looks up and down my body. His eyes are hazy and fiery all at once.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters.
He looks away for a second, shaking his head.
For a second, I’m confused. He seems kind of mad.
“Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about this exact moment?” he says.
My nerves dial back. “How many times?”
“I lost count.”
I start to smile. “You like seeing me like this then?”
“I fucking love it.”
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my collarbone. He trails down my chest, right over the swell of my boobs.
