Everlasting (Unrestrained 6)

"I love all your inches," I said, unable to stop from smiling, closing my eyes to imagine what he'd do to me. Knowing it would be extremely pleasurable, whatever it was.

"They're all yours."

I thrilled to feel him take control, his hands demanding, possessive of my body, in need to feel my skin against his. He pulled down one shoulder of my dress and kissed the skin over my collarbone, then ran his tongue up my neck to my jaw and back to my mouth, which he kissed once more.

I surrendered to his lust, soaking up every sensation.

When he pulled away after breaking our kiss, he stroked my hair, his gaze moving over my face.

"Oh, Miss Bennet," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I have so many plans for you."

"You do?" I asked, closing my eyes while he nibbled my shoulder. I was trying to play coy but wasn't very convincing. "What plans could you possibly have for me, Dr. Morgan?"

"So many plans..."

He ran his hand up the back of my buttock to my waist and then around to one breast, which he cupped, squeezing gently, tweaking my nipple between his finger and thumb. It made me gasp, and was perhaps the first time since I weaned Sophie that I felt like my breasts were mine once more.

Mine to feel free to enjoy without worry about any accidents. There had been so many since Sophie was born and while Drake and I laughed them off, I was pleased to be able to enjoy them sexually once more.

Drake seemed impatient to have me naked and began pulling my dress up over my head, and soon, I was standing practically naked in the kitchen, the overhead lights shining down on me, my reflection in the picture window against the darkened sky.

"Someone could see us," I said hesitantly, for stretched out in front of our house was the sandy dunes and beach.

"Someone would get quite a show. Stop thinking and just enjoy, Kate."

I turned back and closed my eyes, trying to give over control to him, so that he'd decide what we did, when and how. It was hard after so long without any D/s between us, but in a way, it was a relief.

I stopped thinking. I stopped planning and worrying.

I just felt.

I felt his tongue on my skin, his lips moving down my neck to my bare shoulder, his fingers stroking my pussy over the thin fabric of my thong. I gasped when his mouth took one nipple and he sucked, my back arching in response to the intense jolt of pleasure.

I moaned when he moved from breast to breast, sucking and nipping at each one. I squirmed with need, wanting to feel his tongue on my clit, which was throbbing now as I anticipated what he'd do next.

He stopped his motions and stepped back and I felt momentarily denied, my eyes opening. I leaned against the island counter, my hair loose and falling over my shoulders, my thighs spread. He just stood and watched me, his eyes moving over my body from my heels to my head and then to my breasts and thong.

"You look ravishing. I'm going to have to ravish you, Ms. Bennet."

"I'm yours," I managed to whisper.

"Turn around," he ordered in a firm voice.

I did, turning so that my back was to him.

"Spread your legs."

I complied, spreading them a few inches.

"More," he said. "Wider."

I did, my feet almost a yard apart, my hands on the counter.

"I love the way you look right now," he said, his voice low and filled with lust.

I smiled to myself, glad that he felt that way. It aroused me even further to know he found me desirable and loved my curves. He came closer and ran his hands down my body, from my shoulders to my waist and then down over my thong to cup each buttock in a hand. He squeezed them, separating them and pushing them back together.

"Your ass is perfect."