“Zip,” I gasped.
“Right.” He reached for the fiddly tag against my spine, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Sorry,” I said, fumbling behind me for the zipper.Where the fuck is it? Damn thisdress.
He sat up so we were facing each other and held my face softly in his hands, kissing me full and tenderly on the lips. I turned my face to the right and let the soft scratch of his stubble graze my skin, and he dropped his hands from my face. I felt them float over my arms, then down, below my breasts, the pressure firm through the thick fabric of my bra.
His hands slipped lower, back on my waist, and I felt woozy, pressed against his crotch, just two thin layers of cotton separating us.
I’m already sowet.
Could he feel it through his sweatpants?
Right now, I don’tcare.
His touch was gentle, explorative, as he reached around my waist and slowly separated the zipper. Then he lifted my arms and raised the dress, pulling it over my head. The stretchy fabric snagged, my breasts holding it in place—come on, dress, get off me!Moments later, I’d released the material, and thedress flew off and over my head. Somewhere next to the bed, I heard a faint clink as my water glass tipped and fell onto the carpet with a gentlethunk.
Is that water spilling onto my hair irons? Do I evencare?
The clasp of my bra was the last hurdle, and I stretched my arm behind me to undo it, but he grabbed my wrist and placed it gently on his shoulder. A tightening of elastic around my back, then a snap, and the bra loosened. My breasts fell free, and he leaned back, dropping his eyes to my chest as he slowly lifted the lace cups up and away.
His gaze felt like the lightest touch. My back arched slightly, the movement sending a feathery shiver from the nape of my neck down my spine and around my ribs as my nipples hardened. He sat up again, eyes on mine, and dragged a finger around the side of my right breast. When he leaned forward, I felt his mouth on my nipple.Holyshit.
The heat from his mouth felt like it had tripped a wire straight to my clit. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes as his tongue flicked over the end of it, then around and around again, light but deliberate. His other hand circled and lifted my left breast, then squeezed it gently.
I could feel him under me, hard and hot, pressing into the thin fabric of my underwear, and I reached down to feel it with my palm. It was so firm. Right there.Forme.
A sound tore out of him like he hadn’t meant to make it. My head dropped back as he tightened the pressure against my nipple with his mouth, dragging a nail in a light circle against the underside of my other breast.
I groaned too. I wanted to push myself into him, to pull the tension in my breasts into some sort of ending. But instead of giving me what I needed, he slowed down, the movement even more delicate. It was almost too much.
Then he stopped.
What is hedoing?
His tongue was poised on the end of my nipple, not moving. He licked it again, slowly, then raised his eyes to mine, his breath skimming my skin. His hips moved beneath mine, just once, his hardness pushing up against me like it could split me open. I wanted the fabric separating us gone… I couldn’t stand it. My breath came out hard and short, and I inhaled again, too quickly, like I couldn’t quite hold the air in my lungs.
“Condom,” I rasped. I didn’t have one. Hopefully, he did, or I was going to do something I might regret.
“Right.” He stopped, then leaned forward and kissed me, his right thumb rubbing the edge of my chin as he cradled my face. He dropped his hands to my shoulders and gently moved me to one side, hopping off the bed. I lay back and looked at the ceiling.Hurry, Liam, please have one. Every inch of my skin tingled.
The slap of a wallet flipping open, then he was back on the bed, kneeling between my knees. I sat up halfway, leaning back on my elbows.
“Where was I?” He smiled, eyes warm, clouded with intensity. “Somewhere… like this?”
His eyes dropped from my face to my neck, then down over my breasts, my stomach, and between my legs.
Can he see how wet I am through the whiteknickers?
He leaned forward, one hand on the outside of each thigh, and ran his palms up to the outside of my hips, rotating his grip so his thumbs dipped into the soft hollow between my legs where the skin met the cotton of my underpants. I drew breath again, too sharply. His thumbs stayed there, gently pressing, stroking upward, his fingers resting lightly on my inner thighs.Then he moved his hands farther apart and slipped a finger into the elastic on either side, pulling the fabric down. This time, I barely needed to move my hips—but I wanted to.
He sat backward so my legs could close just enough to take off the knickers, then moved closer again and pushed my legs apart, his eyes fixed on the space between my thighs. He glanced up at my face, then back down.
“Fuck. Andrea. You’re perfect.”
I felt my cheeks burn, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I’d never been looked at like this before. It felt… dangerous.
But I don’t want you tostop.
