Book 1 - Page 16 (1/2)
“d.a.m.n,” I growled. Looking up I could see her perfect body reflected back at me in the full-length mirror. I had fantasized about her undressed more times than I could probably admit, but reality, in daylight, was better. So much better. She was wearing sheer black panties that only covered half her a.s.s, and a matching bra, her silky hair spilling down across her back. The muscles in her long, toned legs flexed as she pushed up on her toes to reach my neck. The visual, along with the feeling of her lips, made my d.i.c.k push painfully against the confines of my pants.
She bit my ear hard as her hands went to the b.u.t.tons of my s.h.i.+rt. “I think you like it rough too.”
I undid my pants and belt, pus.h.i.+ng them and my boxers to the floor, and then pulled her with me to the chaise.
A thrill shot through me as my hands moved around her ribs to the clasp of her bra. Her br**sts pressed against me as if urging me on, and I kissed along her neck as my fingers quickly unhooked her bra and I slipped the straps from her shoulders. I pulled back slightly to allow the garment to fall and for the first time took in the full view of her br**sts completely bared to me. f.u.c.king perfect. In my fantasies I’d done everything to them: touched them, kissed them, sucked them, f**ked them, but nothing compared to the reality of just staring at them.
Her hips rolled over me, and nothing but her tiny panties separated us. I buried my face in her chest and her hands ran through my hair, pulling me closer.
“You want to taste me?” she whispered, staring down at me. She pulled my hair hard enough to yank my head away from her skin.
I had no smart-a.s.s remark, nothing biting to get her to stop talking and just f**k me. I did want to taste her skin. I wanted it more than I think I’d ever wanted anything. “Yeah.”
“Ask nicely, then.”
“f.u.c.k asking nicely. Let me go.”
She whimpered, leaning forward to let me suck a perfect nipple into my mouth, causing her to pull harder on my hair. d.a.m.n that felt good.
So many thoughts ran through my mind. There was nothing in this world I wanted more than to bury myself in her, but I knew when it was over, I would hate us both. Her for making me weak, and myself for allowing l.u.s.t to override my common sense. But I also knew I couldn’t stop. I had turned into a junkie, living for my next fix. My perfectly constructed life was cras.h.i.+ng around me and all I cared about was feeling her.
Sliding my hands down her sides, I let my fingers run along the waist of her underwear. A s.h.i.+ver went through her, and I closed my eyes tightly as I bound the material in my hand, willing myself to stop.
“Go ahead and rip them . . . you know you want to,” she murmured into my ear and then bit down hard. A half-second later, her panties were nothing but a mess of lace in the corner of the room. Grabbing her hips roughly, I lifted her and held the base of my d.i.c.k with the other hand, and pulled her down onto me.
The feeling was so intense that I had to forcefully still her hips to keep from exploding. If I lost it now, she would only throw it back in my face later. And I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.