Page 12 of Unraveled

“Yes. Take off your thong.”

She didn’t hesitate. Unabashed about her impending nudity, she hooked her thumbs in the sides and—whoosh went my breath.

Her body was the type that made me want to worship it. She was absolute perfection. “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered, finally meeting her eyes.

“Mm. Your turn.”

Nope. Not a chance. Because I was already in serious jeopardy of having a real quick finish. “Not yet. Get on the bed. Let me look at you.”

I could tell by the flash in her eyes she was a fan of me taking charge. Good. So was I.

She did as I asked, lying on the mattress and thus giving me the view I’d craved ever since watching her walk through the bar door tonight. I’d been with beautiful women, but Layla was on an entirely different level. The level fantasies were made of. And I was certainly about to indulge in mine.

“Spread your legs. Get comfortable.”

She grabbed a pillow, situating it under her head so she could watch me. The action furthered my need to taste her immediately.

Although I would’ve preferred to take my time and tease her, starting with her legs, I didn’t have the patience. Instead I dove directly for her pussy, inhaling the scent as if it was a drug and I was an addict needing a hit. My tongue snaked out, running the length of her while I parted her knees wider.

I glanced up just in time to see her pretty mouth form a circle and her eyes close at the sensation. Using my fingers, I penetrated her slowly, savoring the way she was snug against them. She didn’t disappoint with her reaction of an erotic moan. Deciding to up the ante, I curled my fingers up toward her outer wall, searching for the right spot. Once I found it, I descended with my lips and tongue, eating her with an intensity that had her shaking and panting.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, arching her hips while gripping the bedsheets to keep herself from thrashing. It was the sexiest image I’d ever seen in my life. But it had nothing on the expression I put on her face while I watched her explode for me. She looked completely undone. As good as that had been, it wasn’t enough. I needed another.

“Too much,” she cried out.

But her body was already responding, tensing up with the tautness that came before it would completely let go in another climax. “One more for me. Let me taste you.”

This time, my fingers did the work on her clit while I pierced her with my tongue, lapping up the evidence of her last orgasm while bringing her to the precipice of her next. Her shrill scream was cut off with a muffled sound. I realized she’d grabbed the pillow, shoving it over her mouth to keep from waking the entire fifth floor. It was a shame, really. I would’ve loved to have her somewhere she could shake the walls if she’d wanted to.

After wiping my mouth with my hand, I crawled up her body, kissing and licking her flat stomach and reveling in the smoothness and sweet taste of her skin. My cock was steel. My skin was feverish with the sensation of her naked body against it.

She watched me with hooded eyes, showing both sated desire and anticipation. As soon as I took a nipple into my mouth, her back arched. I loved that her breasts were sensitive. How incredible they were, with rosy nipples I was certain I’d dream about.

“You’re perfect.”

Instead of smiling at the compliment, she laid her hand along my face. “Part of the illusion. Now kiss me.”

I obliged before she gave her next command.

“Get naked.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I stood up, unbuttoning my shirt first and then fisting my T-shirt over my head. I didn’t miss the way her gaze feasted on my chest. Next, I unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down with my boxers in one sweep. But unfortunately, my sexy striptease didn’t take into account the fact I was still wearing socks and shoes. I had to abruptly bend down to remedy the situation, causing her to giggle.

“That didn’t go as smoothly as I pictured in my head,” I admitted sheepishly, moving to stand at the side of the bed.

“I’m not complaining, considering the view.” She rose to her knees, inching toward me and touching my chest. The way she looked up at me with those emerald-green eyes was incredibly erotic.

“Where were we?” I grabbed a condom out of my wallet, but she pulled me down onto the bed, kissing me deeply.

Moving down from her lips, I lavished attention on her breasts. When she hummed her approval, I knew she was a fan of my ministrations.

“Slide between them.”

“What?” I was delirious with lust, so I wasn’t certain I’d heard her correctly. But when she squeezed them together, I understood exactly what she desired me to do.

“My turn to taste you. I want to do it this way.”

It was fair to say my cock adored this idea. But I had to warn her. “I may not last long that way.”