I rose to my feet without breaking her gaze. I finally looked down and stared at every inch of her perfection, treasuring the moment. I’d wanted to be inside her since the moment I spotted her in that bar. Every guy that night wanted the same thing.
But I got to have her.
I’d wined her and dined her. I treated her like a lady and gave her the respect she desired. When she wanted to talk, I listened. When she wanted to cuddle, I obliged. But now it was my turn to have what I wanted.
My eyes drilled into her skin, and I felt the dominant side of me fight for control. I wanted to command her to do exactly as I asked. I wanted to demand she drop to her knees and suck me off until I was soaking wet from her saliva. I’d never struggled with my true self so much in my life.
I had to stay under control.
I walked across the room until I was face-to-face with her. I could feel the heat searing from her body as it burned for mine. Her eyes immediately lit up like stars in the deepening sky, twinkling with excitement. Her cheeks were pinker than they’d ever been before because her pussy wanted my cock so badly. Her breathing was uneven, out of whack and all over the place. My proximity made her nervous, but she enjoyed that feeling. “Thank you for the flowers.”
Of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t one of them. I didn’t respond because I didn’t feel like talking. The only thing I wanted to do with my lips was kiss her. My hands couldn’t remain by my sides any longer, and I dug one hand into her hair and pulled her face to mine in a deep embrace.
Immediately, she took a deep breath like I’d just burned her. Her lips froze like they couldn’t process the scorching burn. They hesitated in overload, my kiss throwing her off guard. But then she kissed me back with the same vigor and excitement. Her hands snaked up my arms until they rested on her favorite spot.
I already felt myself unhinge. Immediately, I fell into the unbridled lust. My hands glided down her body, savoring the feeling of her hourglass frame. I felt the definition around her ribs and moved down to her waist, feeling the strong curve in her lower back. My fingers glided to her ass, and I squeezed her cheeks hard, claiming her.
Her hands moved to my chest and undid every single button without stopping our kiss. Her kiss deepened as more buttons came loose. When the last one was finally open, she yanked the shirt off and almost ripped it in her haste.
My shirt was on the ground, and her hands were against my chest. Her nails dug into me as she felt the intricate muscles of my skin. She dragged her fingertips across the skin, feeling every groove of my physique. Her hands migrated to my chest, and she sank her claws there too.
I didn’t bother unbuttoning her shirt. Instead, I yanked it off harshly, and the cheap buttons at the front popped off. She didn’t seem to care that I ruined her shirt because she kissed me harder, practically panting into my mouth.
My hand unclasped her bra then it fell down her arms until it hit the floor.
I was in love with her tits. She had the nicest rack I’d ever seen. They weren’t enormous, but they were round and perky, proportional to her size and sexy as hell. I palmed one, and my thumb played with her nipple, moving over it so many times that it began to pebble.
She moaned into my mouth.
Her reaction to me fueled my fire. She arched her back and pressed her body deeper into mine, practically begging me to take her. I gripped her tits harder and squeezed her nipple while I gave her my tongue.
Her hands shot out to my waist and undid my belt with lightning speed. She released the button and yanked down the zipper, letting the slacks come loose and fall down my hips. She broke our kiss to move to her knees and pulled them down to my ankles. Her face found my crotch where my cock was outlined in my boxers. She looked up at me, her green eyes locked to mine, before she pressed a kiss to my shaft through the cotton.
Fuck.
She grabbed my waistband and pulled my boxers off, letting my throbbing cock pop free. It immediately twitched when it knew it was so close to her mouth, right beside that smooth tongue it loved to slide against.
She cupped my balls and massaged them gently before she closed her mouth over my cock, moving all the way down until her throat couldn’t handle another inch. She held her breath as long as she could before she pulled back and gasped for air. Her fingers continued to massage my balls like she was worshiping them.