“I’m close, Sidney,” I warn her. “Are you wet for me?”
I come to a crossroads, the path splitting into three, but I’ve already clocked her location. Slowly, I begin to work the buttons of my shirt before I yank it from where it’s tucked into my pants.
“Did you really think you could hide from me, baby?” I ask as I unbuckle my belt and pop the button on my trousers, purposely stepping past her hiding place. Her foot slips and I hear her gasp, but then she goes quiet again. I can’t help but smile; my excitement making the blood in my veins hum.
She really tries to get out without making a sound, but I have been so tuned into her presenceover the years that I can find her in any room, in any place. She doesn’t need to call my name or say a word, I just know. She has always been the first person I look for. I think if it were possible to hear her heartbeat from across the room, I’d be able to recognize it immediately.
I turn just as she gets to her feet to run again, my arm catching her around the waist. She lets out a squeal as I pull her back to my chest, my cock pushing against her ass cheek.
“Found you,” I growl, “Now you’re mine.”
“I was always yours,” she moans as my mouth finds her neck, my teeth grazing lightly.
“Oh, I know, baby,” I grin against her, reveling in the way she pushes back against my dick while she reaches behind my head and threads her fingers into my hair. Letting my hand run over the soft material of her dress, I palm her breast, playing lightly with the hardened peak of her nipple.
“Noah,” she whimpers.
“Say that again,” I tug one strap of the dress down, the material loose enough that it frees one side of her chest, which I immediately cover with my hand.
“Noah,” she obeys, her back bowing away from my chest in search of more of my touch.
“You know I love you, right?” I yank the other strap down, the dress releasing and catching at the flare of her hips, leaving her upper half entirely exposed. I drop my eyes down, the lights catching the glitter on her skin, and I see she put it everywhere, her skin shimmering like tiny diamonds have been embedded in it.
“Yes,” She breathes, writhing against me as I trace her figure with my hands, exploring, touching, feeling, needing to inject her into my veins so I can stay on the high of her for an eternity.
“Good,” I yank the dress the rest of the way down, letting the red satin pool around her feet. She’s left in just a thin pair of white lacy panties, and I cup her pussy above the material, the heat of her a brand against my palm, “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Chapter Twenty-three
Her hands hit the edge of a low table as I bend her forward with a hand on the nape of her neck. She lets out a shocked gasp that turns to a moan while my hand runs down her spine and to her ass, squeezing the firm globe before I let it slip between her legs, her cunt still covered by lace.
“Look at you,” I practically growl, heart hammering so hard inside my chest, I can feel it in my throat, “So fucking perfect and all fucking mine.”
“Noah, please,” she whimpers as I gently move my fingers over where she wants me the most, adding a touch of pressure so she can have a tease of what’s to come.
“You want my cock, pretty girl?” I ask.
“Yes,” she hisses as I pinch her clit but let go quickly.
“Beg me for it,” I demand.
I yank at the straps keeping her panties in place, forcing them down her thighs. She tries to stand, but I keep her bent over, much too content with the view of her like this. All soft skin and elegant curves, the glitter making her appear ethereal, a pretty little sparkling diamond just for me.
“Come on, Sid,” I coax, “Beg me to fill you up. Beg me to stretch open this pretty pussy and fill it with my come.”
With her now exposed, I tease two fingers at her entrance, feeling how wet she is for me, how hot, and my whole body responds. My cock aches painfully behind my zipper, leaking into my boxers.
“Fuck, yes,” she cries, “Please, Noah. Please fuck me.”
I groan as her words slide over my skin. “Stand up, rest your hand on the counter.”
With trembling limbs, she does as I ask, turning slightly so she can rest one hand on the table for balance while I free my dick and grasp it, jerking a few times as I swipe my thumb over the bead of precum on the tip.
“Open,” I command, lifting my thumb to her lips.
She parts and sucks it into her mouth, tongue swirling to take everything I offer to her.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Hold on.”
