Closing my eyes, I arched into his warm, skilled hands as they shaped and squeezed. Each touch teased me. Inflamed me. Branded me.
Without turning to face him, I reached up and looped my arms around the back of his neck. “You still torn on whether to strip me naked or just flip up my dress?”
He pinched my taut nipples just right. “No.” He kissed and suckled on my throat, humming in approval when I tilted my head to give him better access. “I’ve decided I’ll take you while you’re wearing this cock-tease of a dress. Then I’ll get you naked and fuck you again.”
That was a plan I could get behind.
He withdrew his hands from my corset. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
I complied and looked up at him, waiting for further direction, knowing how much that revved his engines.
His eyes went heavy-lidded. “Such a good girl. Now lift your dress and spread your legs; show me what’s mine.”
I very slowly peeled up the front of my dress while parting my legs.
His gaze dropped to my boots, and every muscle in his body seemed to tense. His dark eyes flew back to mine, glittering with need and promise. “So this is why you had that wicked little smile on your face earlier,” he said, taking two predatory steps toward me.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“You succeeded. They stay on. All night.”
“I really don’t think I can sleep in them.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.” He crossed to me, dropped to his knees, and snaked his hands up my inner thighs. “Such soft skin.” He caught the waistband of my panties and slowly peeled them off. His eyes on my pussy, he said, “Spread your legs wider. That’s it.” He might be on his knees, but there was nothing submissive about him. Even then, he wore authority like a second skin. He was fully in command, held all the power and knew it.
“Lean back and brace yourself on your elbows, Vienna. Good girl.”
I gasped as he buried his face in my pussy. He didn’t tease me with little flicks or laps of his tongue. No, he worked me with his tongue, teeth, and lips; drove me up hard and fast into an orgasm that left me trembling and panting. Then he did it all over again. I collapsed onto the mattress, breathing hard.
He stood and deftly shed his clothes. “Hook your hands under your knees, pull your legs toward your chest, and then spread them wide for me. That’s it. Keep them there like that.” He slipped one hand beneath my ass, tilted my hips slightly, and then wedged the head of his dick in my pussy. “Hmm. My happy place.”
I chuckled. “Feel free to—” My back bowed as he slammed home, ruthlessly burying himself balls-deep inside me. I let out a shaky breath. “Jesus, Dane. You could give a girl a little warning.”
He gripped my ass. “Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Yes. Very, very yes.”
He hummed and reared back. “Well that’s a shame. Because I’m not ready just yet.”
I frowned. “What? You are. You totally are.”
He lazily sank his cock back inside me, hunger carved into every line of his face. “I love watching your pussy swallow my dick.”
Dane kept his pace excruciatingly slow as he thrust inside me again and again. Occasionally, he’d pause to grind his pubic bone against my clit like the teasing little shit he was. My entire body was so hot I wouldn’t have been surprised to see flames dancing over my skin.
Gasping and moaning, I urged him to move faster, to take me harder. He didn’t. He seemed intent on driving me insane—something he came close to doing when he began to do some clever things with his hips. He’d circle them, move them side to side, or rub up and down, sending my clit and inner nerve-endings haywire.
“Dane—” I gasped as he yanked me closer, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and slid even deeper inside me. Oh, God, yes. I thought he’d then finally give me what I wanted, needed, but he kept his pace lazy and gentle.
“You are cruel,” I croaked. “Just plain cruel.”
His mouth curving, he bent over and lashed my nipple with his tongue. “You look like you hate me right now.”
I could never hate him. Never. I loved the teasing bastard, and I wondered if he even knew it. Probably not. He wouldn’t expect anyone to love him. He most likely doubted that anyone ever could. And that just wasn’t acceptable to me.
I licked my lips. “I want you to know something.”
He ground against my clit again. “What?”
I curled my hands around his nape. “I love you, Dane. I don’t expect you to say it back. I don’t even need to hear those words. I just want you to know.”