“Don’t stop,” she groans when I tighten my hands on her hips before lifting her up.
“Definitely not doing that. Wrap your legs around my waist, sweetness.” Our mouths meet each other as she does what I say, then I’m making moves to get her in my bed. Only then will I strip her naked and give her a night she’ll never fucking forget.
CHAPTER 9
Halo
A night that I was so reluctant to deal with has turned out to be nothing short of amazing as Warren lays me down on his bed. Too bad he doesn’t get in with me. Instead, he’s standing in front of me, pulling one of my legs up, grazing the inside of my ankle with a kiss before unlacing my shoe strap that’s wrapped around in a bow. See, I may not wear fancy clothes a lot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a penchant for shoes. There’s nothing you can’t dress up with the right top and heel, even with jeans.
“Damn, Halo, these are sexy. I’m not sure if I want to take them off or keep them on while I fuck you.” A shiver works its way up my spine as thoughts of that fantasy are playing out in my mind. “You like that idea? We’ll have to come back to that.” He unties the bow, drops the heel, and places my foot on the edge of the mattress, leaving me spread open for him to repeat the same process with the other, and then steps away from me.
“Warren.” I go to sit up, to help him lose some of the clothes he’s wearing, when he shakes his head. I’d pout if I thought it would move things along. Instead, I lean back on my elbows, propping myself up to take him in as he unbuttons his long-sleeved dress shirt. Chiseled muscles appear, flexing and pulling as his shirt comes away from his body.
“Sweetness, you leave those legs of yours just how I positioned them.” My body yearns to feel his against mine as I watch him step out of his shoes. When he bends down to take off his socks, his sinewy muscled arms show. He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing to me by undressing.
“This isn’t fair, you know?” I tell him, my legs desperate to close, needing the friction to soothe this all-consuming need building inside of me.
“Oh, I know. About as unfair as watching you fuck your fingers while sleeping.” He stands up, unclasping his belt, then going for his pants. They slide down his shapely thighs, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs that do nothing to hide his well-endowed package in the least.
“I’d do that now if you’d let me move.” I arch my eyebrows at him, trying to goad him into moving this along.
“I’m sure you would, but I own your orgasms now. I’ll also be the one stripping you of your clothes, not you, Halo.” A smart remark sits on the tip of my tongue when his body slides between my spread thighs, his roughness to my softness.
“If this is your idea of foreplay, it’s working,” I grouse. He lets out a puff of air with a chuckle, pulling me up until I’m practically sitting on his lap, my legs over his, and that’s when I feel his fingers caressing the skin along my spine.
“Good. Sometimes, it’s not about the touch, it’s about the anticipation.” His lips touch my neck as the hiss of my zipper sounds in the room, the cold air meeting my warm skin.
“I think I’ve been in anticipation long enough.” I tip my head back, giving Warren more room to use his tongue in the magical way he seems to excel at.
“Maybe so, but I’m going to make this a night you’ll never forget,” he breathes against my skin. I manage to wiggle my way closer towards him, wrapping my body around his, feeling his thickness for me against my core.
“I don’t think that’ll ever be possible.” My arms that were wrapped around his neck are lifted as he gathers the fabric of my dress up and pulls it off me, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“Fucking Christ.” Warren’s eyes are glazed with want, searing a path then locking on my bare breasts. I don’t say a word. I allow him the opportunity to look all he wants because it wasn’t long ago when it was me doing the same exact thing to him.
CHAPTER 10
Warren
Had I known Halo wasn’t wearing anything besides the useless excuse of fabric covering her cunt beneath this dress, we probably would have ended up in the coat closet at the hotel. Maybe it was better that I didn’t know. After all, my hands are worshipping the slope of her neck, moving towards the intended path of her tits, bigger than a handful, tipped upwards, and nipples begging for my mouth to suck them.