One Cruel Night

The song shifted, and I nearly swooned when Calum Scott’s “You Are the Reason” came on. Damn, he really had good taste in music.

I opened my mouth to say that again when Penn turned to face me. His eyes drifted to my lips and then back up. The space hovered between us. He reached out and took my wine glass from me, removing what had only ever been a perceived barrier between us. He set it down on the nightstand and then stepped in closer to me.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he told me.

A hand cupped my cheek. Those cerulean eyes staring deep into my own. The amazing night we’d had spread out before me.

What more could I ask for? This was everything I’d wanted my time in Paris to be. If anything, I wished we’d happened sooner. I wished that I didn’t have just one last night but instead had the whole summer with him.

He dragged my chin upward and kissed me full on the mouth. A possessive kiss that said I was his now. That this was how things were going to be. And I didn’t want to back out. I wanted this, tonight, here with him. Nerves and expectations be damned. His mouth on mine, his fingers in my hair, his body pressed into me. I couldn’t turn down what he was offering. I wouldn’t even if I wanted to. And I didn’t. I wanted him.

My body was on fire, and this moment with him only coaxed the flames.

His lips moved to my cheek, then my ear, and then down my neck. He turned me in place, trailing light kisses across my shoulder. Goose bumps erupted on my skin when he hit one spot, and I couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving me.

“Here?” he asked, kissing me again.

“Oh,” I panted.

His tongue darted out and caressed my neck. My whole body shuddered. It was a total trigger. Something so romantic and erotic that just set me off.

His fingers deftly slid to the zipper on my dress, and he moved down my back and over my ass. I inhaled sharply at the cold air on my heated skin. But I didn’t want him to stop. I was glad that I’d had a glass of wine so that I had the courage to keep going. I wasn’t as drunk as I’d been at the club. I wanted to remember this night after all. But a little liquid courage didn’t hurt anyone.

I leaned back against him, pressing our bodies together. Then, he slipped the sleeves of my dress off of my shoulders. It eased down my body, over my breasts, and then my hips before pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my black strapless bra and matching lace thong.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “The things I want to do to your body.”

He ran his hands down my bare skin. My heart rate accelerated with every touch. He kissed that spot again, and I shivered.

“Wha-what do you want to do?”

He popped the hook and eye on my bra, and it fell to the ground, my breasts hanging pert and exposed.

“This.”

He caressed my breasts, gently kneading them until I felt wetness pooling in my panties. He pinched one nipple before bringing the other up to his mouth.

“Oh my god,” I breathed.

“And this,” he said, tugging the comforter down and pressing me back into the bed.

He ran his mouth down my stomach until he reached the lace of my thong. Biting into the material, he pulled my panties off and hoisted my legs up onto his shoulders. My cheeks flamed at the positioning as he kissed his way up my inner thighs.

I sat up as embarrassment coursed through me. I’d had guys go down on me before, but it had always been an afterthought. Something to do after I gave a blow job. And Penn had already given me an incredible orgasm. I should probably reciprocate that before we got any further.

“Penn, maybe I should…” I sat up, trying to stop him from continuing.

He eased me back into a lying position. “No one’s ever complained about multiple orgasms.”

And really, I couldn’t argue with that.

A kiss on my knee. My thigh. Up, up, up. Traveling north. My legs quivered in anticipation. My core throbbed with each kiss, with every inch he moved closer to the exact spot I wanted him.

He licked once, tasting, testing. I thought I was going to come already. Just that one easy movement had me aching to release.

“This is what I want,” he told me. Our eyes met between the V of my legs. “I want to eat your pussy until the only taste on my lips is you.”

My jaw dropped, and my whole body flushed. No one had ever talked to me like that. It wasn’t like high school guys were in it for more than theirs. Penn was different. He was older, more mature. A man.