Still, I see a war in his eyes. It can't be about me. Those sensual eyes are combing over every exposed inch of my skin and they like what they see. No, this is something else.
"I really do want to thank you," I say, my voice so light I wonder if he can even hear me.
He cocks his head. Sanders heard me.
"I really do want you," I say, my voice a little louder now.
"I want you, too," Sanders says. The conflict in his eyes travels to his voice, but he closes the distance between us.
Capturing my wrists behind my back, he uses one hand to still me. Slowly, sensually, he drops down to his knees as he releases my hands.
I grip his shoulders with my palms and step out of my shoes.
This, of course, in his world is the opportunity for him to sweep me up over his shoulder and carry me toward the bedroom. It doesn't matter that I have only just invited him up and he doesn't know the place. He has no trouble figuring out where my bed is since you know, he just checked every room and all. Sitting me down on it, his eyes capture mine.
Where there was conflict, there is now only lust...and need. There's something behind his eyes that I don't quite understand. But there's a gentle, yet insistent way that his hands entangle my hair and clasp to the back of my head when he pulls me in for a kiss.
I watch his eyes close for a moment. I sigh a little in wonder of what is going on in his mind. Plenty of guys would have jumped me right away, as much of an opening as I gave him. This is a clear cut invitation to fuck me. And he doesn't seem to have other plans. But I wish I knew what was on Sanders's mine, nonetheless.
Closing my eyes, I feel his lips close over mine.
His lips press together and kiss mine, and this is not a gentle kiss. It is passionate, needy, and I’m overwhelmed with how much need Sanders can bring to what could have been a simple peck. The need in him is stoking the fires of need within me.
Sanders runs his tongue over the seam of my lips.
I part my mouth to allow his tongue entry.
The velvet warmth slides into my mouth and caresses my own tongue.
Our kiss deepens. I forget everything and my whole body is about this kiss.
Then, he trails one hand down my spine until he undoes my bra with what seems like a quick touch. Sanders may not have jumped into bed with me right away but he knows exactly what he's doing. Sanders kisses me like I'm the only thing in the world, as if kissing me is all he wants to do and has ever wanted.
It is literally breathtaking. I'm inhaling him. He's so masculine, a spiced, woodsy scent to him that makes me curious what other parts of him are going to taste like. After the way he's kissing me, I know that I want to take my chance to show him every little trick in my repertoire.
And, god.
If the man kisses like this? Imagine what his mouth is like anywhere else.
As if Sanders can read my mind, he lays me back against the bed and looks into my eyes.
My mouth will be bruised from the intensity of the kiss. My lips sting in the absence of his, and my hand unconsciously goes up to touch them. No one has ever kissed me like that before. A tiny voice in my head is wondering if anyone else ever will kiss me like that again.
And this was supposed to be his reward!
Sanders closes a hand over my bra and yanks it off, tossing it off in the other direction, behind him, without a care.
The air on my skin gives me a chill. I lick my lips in anticipation of what else Sanders might be about to do to my body. I would have been down for a quick fuck is nothing compared to this. Not the way he makes my body feel.
Sanders growls (yes, growls) as his mouth comes to my jawline. His hands close over my breasts, cupping them.
My hands reach out and grasp the sheets.
Sanders kisses a line of kisses down my jaw, down my neck, and to the valley between my breasts. He licks me with that warm, wet velvet tongue, arousing my skin further.
Every little hair on my body stands on edge. My nipples pebble up in his hands and runs his palms over them, then squeezes them lightly. I arch my back and gasp at the sensation. It is like the intensity of his every touch is more intense than anything I have ever felt.
A low, thrumming need vibrates through my pulse. I didn't realize my eyes were squeezed shut until I release them and when I look at him, I see him bringing his mouth to one of my breasts. The now free hand trails down to my belly and strokes my skin there almost like he doesn't realize that he's still touching me with that hand, drawing lazy circles and needless patterns over my tummy that's taut with need. Pressure building inside me, heat pooling within me. When his warm mouth closes over my breast, I feel a flood of moisture in my panties. His tongue slowly swirls around my nipple and I gasp. I'm so aroused in this moment. I have never felt so needy during foreplay, not like this.