“Oh, yes.” She digs her fingers into my shoulders, and I smile against her lips. She smooths her fingers over my shoulders and trails her nails down my chest. I release her hair, and she stands taller.
“You look so fucking hot in this.”
I chuckle. “Can’t say I’ve been told that before.”
Her eyes flash with something dark and possessive. “Good.”
I’m surprised that I like it. My whole life has been built around not being tied down.
She strokes the skin of my neck around my collar. “This first time, I don’t want you to take the shirt off.” Her words are quiet but clear.
“Is my girl a little kinky?”
“Apparently you bring that side out in me.” Inclining her head, she studies me from beneath lengthy lashes.
“I have no problems doing the things that please you. Only say the word.”
I untie the sash at her waist and slip the robe off her shoulders. It falls on the floor with a soft whoosh. Her breasts threaten to spill from the corset designed like a Star Trek uniform. I trace the emblem with the tip of my finger.
“You look fucking delicious.” Bending her over, I trace the swell with the tip of my tongue. She shudders, and the bulge in my jeans grow. I’ve been in a varying state of arousal all day. I refuse to let it rush me. I lick and nibble a path up her long neck. She tilts her neck back, giving me access. I suck on her skin until it turns purple, and she bears my mark. Pleased, I release her sensitive flesh with a loud smack.
“Are you wet for me yet, Xia?”
“Soaked.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I cup her. “I can feel you through your panties. So hot and wet. Is that all for me?”
She nods her head. Pressing the heel of my hand to her core, I grind it against her. She moves her hips, eagerly. I watch the passion playing across her face. The needy sounds escaping her full lips and the openness are an aphrodisiac. This is Xia with no walls or worries. How she should always be with me.
I take her to the edge and stop.
“Shayne,” she cries.
“Not yet. I promise, it’ll be better for the wait.” I capture her lips, silencing her protest as I trail my fingers down her arm. I deepen the kiss, sucking on her tongue as I explore her body. We separate, panting.
“You’re still too dressed.”
I cup her chin. “Undress me.”
She bites her bottom lip and glances away. I squeeze her face gently. “Xia.” I lower my voice, and she meets my gaze. “Take what you want.”
Her breath grows ragged as she tentatively untucks my shirt from my pants, then runs her palms up my stomach and over my chest. Our eyes lock, and I watch as she comes out of her shell, circling my nipples with her nails before she pinches them gently. I jerk as she rolls them between her fingers. The light tugs and rolls send sparks of pleasure racing through my body, but it’s the vision of her coming to life that has me harder than granite.
Her lids are lowered, and her lips are curved up into a wicked smile I’ve never seen before. She drags her nails down my stomach, and my muscles and my cock jump in response. She stops at my belt.
“Keep going.”
Her hands shake slightly as she undoes my belt buckle and moves to her knees.
“Don’t stop now,” I tease. She pops the button on my pants and shakes her head.
“Shoes first.”
Tease. I bite my tongue as she makes quick work of my boots.
“Step out of the shoes and then the pants.”
“Enjoy the control while you have it,” I say as I follow her directions.