“I want to make love to you, Stephanie.” His voice was a harsh whisper and he smoothed a hand over her sleek hair, trailed a finger down her cheek. “All night long, naked in that big bed, exploring each other’s bodies.”
She released a shaky breath, her pupils dilating like they did when she was aroused and he knew he almost had her.
Taking a step closer he leaned in, his mouth hovering just above her ear, their bodies so close yet not touching.
“I can’t wait to bury myself in your tight pussy. Pound my cock inside you until the both of us come so hard we almost pass out,” he whispered just before he sunk his teeth into the fleshy part of her earlobe. She liked the dirty talk almost as much as he did and he knew it would get a reaction from her.
Her little cry sent a surge of pleasure straight through him and she reached out, her small hands clutching at his tuxedo jacket. She pushed and shoved, desperate to get the jacket off and he helped her, shrugging out of it with ease and letting it drop to the floor. He then turned her around so she faced the window and he stood behind her.
He realized they liked to get naked together in front of windows. Closet exhibitionists perhaps?
“Do you like it when I say those things to you?” He liked saying them, enjoyed watching that pleasure-filled expression cross her face and the way her body trembled beneath his touch. He bet if he reached between her legs she’d be wet. Drenched for him, slick and hot and ready to take all of him in one punishing stroke.
Sweat dotted his forehead and his hands went to the ties of her dress, slowly undoing the loose knot at her neck. “Do you want me to keep talking? Tell you what I plan on doing next?”
“Y—yes.” Her shaky voice urged him on, sent a bolt of white hot lightning through him. His cock was hard, more than ready to spring free but he needed to use restraint.
He needed to give her pleasure first.
Justin pushed the ties forward which caused the entire front of her dress to fall to her waist. He stood still and drank her in, watching her pink-tipped breasts rise and fall with her every rapid breath. Her nipples were hard, her skin flushed with a rosy glow but he held himself back. Let the anticipation grew.
He was a glutton for punishment.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
She nodded, her voice choking as she gasped out an unintelligible word.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Stephanie?” He knew where he wanted to touch her.
All over. Everywhere.
“My breasts.” She breathed deep, it seemed it took a lot out of her to say that and he did as she asked, curving his hands around the weighty globes.
He filled his palms with them, squeezing and kneading yet not touching her nipples.
She’d have to ask for that. He was going to make her ask for everything tonight. After everything that happened earlier, if she really wanted him, she’d have to prove it.
“You want more?”
“Y—yes.” She leaned against him, her body molding to his and he waited for her to speak.
“What else do you want?” He felt cruel but he was torturing himself, too. Holding back like this was testing his patience.
“Touch my nipples, Justin. Please.” Her breathy, begging little whisper almost did him in but he held back and allowed his fingers to brush against those hard little nubs. Savoring the tiny moan that escaped her when he did.
“You want me to pinch them?”
“Oh, yes.”
He drew his index finger and thumb together and pulled and tugged, harder and harder with each touch until she cried out. He knew she liked it a little rough, a little painful when he pl
ayed with her nipples and the way her body shuddered told him she liked it.
Loved it.
He hoped she’d love what he was about to do to her even more.
Chapter Sixteen