17
Summer
As Eric reaches for the hem of my top I’m reminded I consented to his ownership of my body. But, when his fingers grace my skin, I’m reminded of how he fucked me into submission and how I caved beneath him.
“Strip, Babydoll,” he orders in that cool, calm, controlling voice that grates on my nerves. “Now.”
Bastard.
My traitorous body betrays me and my pussy clenches at the sound of his voice.
Swallowing my pride, I stand and start by pulling my top over my head. I throw it on the ground and he gives me a toothy grin that conjures up the image of a shark in my mind.
I take off my pants next then slowly pull off my panties and bra. Once I’m naked he stares at me, looking at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me naked and didn’t consume me not even twenty-four-hours ago.
Taking his time, he scans my body from head to toe, then circles me. Every nerve inside me buzzes with anxiety and my skin flushes hot with fire under his scrutiny.
A little gasp falls from my lips when he lifts me and sets me to sit on the table like I’m part of the main meal.
He angles himself closer and rests his hands down on either side of me as he inhales my hair and moves around to brush his nose over mine.
“Kiss me,” he orders and I don’t know why such a mere thing would make me freeze up.
“That’s all you want a kiss?”
“No, I want more, but I want you to kiss me right now.” He runs his tongue over the top of my lip, tasting me and I feel the touch everywhere. “I want you to kiss me the way you want to.”
“What makes you think I want to?”
“Stop fighting me, we both know you do.” He grins and I feel myself caving.
He’s too close and he sees too much I don’t want him to see.
“Do it,” he urges.
I reach out and touch his jaw, feeling the scruff of his beard. Then I guide his teasing mouth to me and cover his lips with mine. The instant we touch, my brain becomes void of everything and all I feel is him.
When I feel his hunger and taste him, taste that desire for me, I deepen the kiss and so does he. He slips his hand behind my head and his merciless mouth rains hungry kisses on me, making me believe I actually belong to him. And he belongs to me.
I feel like I could kiss him forever, but the moment I think that, he pulls away with a maddening look in his eyes.
It’s one I understand because I can’t deny what I felt just now. And I don’t think he can either.
He straightens and licks his lips while I gaze up at him, watching the darkness return to his hawkeyed gaze.
“Open your legs and hold your pussy open for me,” he demands breaking whatever tenderness the kiss held.
I do as he says, propping my feet up on to the table so I can hold open my pussy lips. He drops his knees with a wicked smile, burying his face between my thighs.
The moment his tongue thrashes inside my passage and strokes the walls of my pussy, pleasure robs me of any control I thought I might have. Pleasure sings through my veins, whispering to every secret part of me, telling me I want this and I don’t want to fight.
He moves from my pussy and pushes two fingers inside me so he can finger fuck me while he trails hot kisses from my stomach right up to my breasts. When he closes his mouth over my right nipple and starts sucking I grab his shoulders and throw my head back.
“Give yourself to me, Summer,” he whispers against my skin then alternates his wild suckle from one breast to the other.
Shit, I’m either going to go crazy or burst.
The building orgasm inside me is pushing me over the precipice of madness and all I want is more. His mere touch intoxicates me and everything else he does wears me down so I can’t even lie to myself.