“Oh God, yes, woman. I do. Guilty as charged.” He turned her around and pulled her into his arms. “I want to wake up next to you every morning and have you by my side before I go to sleep at night. It’s only proper now that you are mine.”
“You’re so sweet.” Arielle kissed him before a huge bouquet of roses on the dresser stole her attention. “Are those for me?”
“Yes. John picked them out,” he confessed. Taking credit for his brother’s work didn’t seem fair.
Regardless of the fact that he hadn’t bought them, she looked happy.
“They’re so beautiful. Thank you. Oh, I see you have some champagne too.”
He didn’t even notice. John had put his thought into this. He would have to remember to thank him later. He released her. They’d had a bottle of wine during dinner already, and a little champagne wouldn’t hurt. “I’ll open it.”
He uncorked the bottle and poured some into the glasses while Arielle admired the roses. She touched the petals and inhaled their scent. He gave her the champagne and they clinked glasses.
She sipped it delicately. “Ooh, this is the good stuff.”
He tried it, “I think so, too.” John deserved more credit than he gave him. That pervy bastard was so well versed in seduction.
Arielle sat her glass next to the champagne bucket. “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”
“Something comfortable? I know just the thing; nothing! Allow me.” Trent kissed her neck. She smelled amazing. The musk beneath her perfume was a mixture of strawberries and peaches. His cock stirred and hardened beneath his jeans. He cursed inwardly. He had gone commando today and it was hard to hide his erection. Thank god, she hadn’t noticed yet. He stroked her shoulder and tilted her chin up with the tip of his finger. He kissed her deeply. Damn. She even tasted good, like expensive champagne. Her face flushed prettily. He stopped her when she reached up to unbutton her blouse. “No.” He shook his head. “Stay still. Getting you naked is part of my fantasy. Don’t deprive me of that pleasure.”
He unwrapped her like a kid diving into his gifts on Christmas morning and Arielle was the present he had been waiting for all his life. He slid off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. His mouth watered instantly. Her voluptuous, fantastic breasts were covered in a powder blue lacy bra. After he removed her skirt, he discovered her matching panties. His cock throbbed achingly. He licked his lips at the thought of what he was going to do to her. He’d take her, taste her, and then fuck her until he and his beast were truly sated.
“Sit,” he ordered. His voice was rough and dripping with lust. His thoughts were heavy with unholy things.
She swallowed hard, and the small motion didn’t escape his attention. Even her smallest reaction made him want to jump on her with abandon. Control your beast!
She obeyed his command.
Trent kneeled and removed her pumps. Then her hosiery. There was nothing sexier than peeling a stocking from a woman’s leg. The anticipation. The discovery. And the knowledge that she was all his for the taking.
“Now. Where were we?” His eyes roamed all over her body.
“I believe it’s my turn.” She tugged at the shirt he was wearing. “Take this off.”
“Sorry, babe, but you don’t tell me what to do. You’re mine tonight, so that means I’m in charge.”
“That doesn’t sound fair.”
“Life hardly is.” He stroked her hair. “One thing is for sure, I only want you to feel pleasure tonight.”
Her lingerie looked so pretty on her. It seemed a shame to take them off of her, but tonight he wanted to explore every inch of her body. He unhooked her bra and banished it. Her panties met the same fate.
He kissed her sweet mouth and slipped his hand down over her pussy. He was delighted to find her already wet. Arielle gasped when he slipped a finger inside her. The viscous liquid of arousal slickened his entry. Her scent hit his nostrils, it was so heady that he could almost taste it. The memory of their lovemaking in the car surfaced and suddenly, his hunger was rabid. He pushed her knees apart and zeroed his attention on his prize.
He gave her pussy a long, wet lick. He flicked his tongue on her pussy lips and sucked them as if they were delicious treat. Arielle moaned and closed her eyes; encouraged, he latched his mouth onto her succulent bud.
A little scream curled from her lips. She whipped her head backward as her back hit the mattress. Her body shook and writhed with the rhythm of his tongue. The combination of her scent and the taste of her pussy made his cock hard to the point of pain. He swirled his tongue deeper into her opening, feasting on her. She came twice in a short amount of time.
His cock throbbed unmercifully; he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting his erection out. He stroked himself as he fucked her with his tongue. Would she be this wet if he fucked her pussy with his cock? Which one did she like better, his tongue or his cock? He was pleased that he had all time in th
e world tonight.
“Trent, I’m…” She screamed again as another sexual storm consumed her body.
Satisfied with his feast, he wiped his mouth and stood up. He took his shirt off, stepped out of his jeans, and threw them aside. At the sight of his nakedness, Arielle sat up and eyed him with hunger. Her mouth fell open as she stared at his massive erection.
With a wicked smile, he pumped his hips in her direction, teasing. “Do you want have a taste, babe? Want to suck my cock?”