"No being sweet or caring. If this is just sex, let's make it just about sex," she whispered and tugged at the edge of my shirt before pulling it over my head for me.
"No caring or kindness. Just fucking..." I spun her around and tugged the zipper on her dress down, needing to hurry in case she changed her mind. I'd dreamt of the moment for the last few nights and nothing else. I wasn't letting the fantasy go again. Pulling her dress over her head, I popped her perfect ass and pressed her upper back. "Get on all fours on the bed and make sure you moan loudly for me, okay?"
She nodded and climbed up on the bed, her arms shaking slightly as she did as I told her to. I'd not seen a vision of sensual beauty like her in all of my life. Her little black panties disappeared into the curve of her ass, and her black bra left her breasts spilling out the top of it.
I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around the front of her thighs, pulling her back as I pressed my mouth to her wet panties and groaned just before tugging them to the side and lapping at her as if I were starving.
I only pulled back for a minute to tell her the truth. "You're so beautiful, Vivian. So much more than I could fathom having beneath me. Relax and enjoy me tonight."
"Please," she whispered and pressed back, giving herself over to me fully.
Chapter 17
Vivian
It wasn't the smartest decision I'd made in the last few months, but seeing the desire Easton had in his eyes for me left me wanting to explore it fully. Dinner and dessert would have to wait. I'd committed to letting him have control over me just long enough for me to forget the pain that lay deep inside of me over Jackson. Easton had the power to tug me far beneath the mountain of guilt I felt over not realizing all the shit that had happened with my parents. It would suffocate the desire I experienced every time he and I had bumped into each other over the last few days. We'd been playing a dangerous game, but tonight was about throwing in our lots, tossing caution to the wind and letting pleasure reign supreme.
I cried out loudly as his tongue brushed down my sex, his fingers gripping my ass tightly as he pressed his face against my need and sucked rhythmically.
There would have been a time when I wouldn't have imagined letting anyone touch me intimately but Jackson, but the handsome bastard behind me had torn down my resolve for the night.
"So wet," he mumbled against my flesh as his tongue parted me, and he lapped at the center of my body.
My arms threatened to give out, but I forced myself to stay upright and enjoy the attention he gave me so expertly. Sliding my
hands out, I pressed my forehead to the bed as he brushed his thumb by my entrance, pushing in only a little.
Fire exploded from deep inside my stomach, and I jerked back up to my hands, forcing myself back to take the rest of his digit into my body as I undulated my hips.
"Take whatever you need, Viv." He bit the back of my thigh as I rode the wave of pleasure he'd forced upon me.
"So good," I whimpered and let my head drop before pulling forward and lying flat on the bed. I worked to catch my breath and pushed away the desire to cover up. Had I really gotten half naked in front of a stranger and let him eat me out? From behind?
A tremor ran through me as Easton crawled up on the bed and covered my body with his. The soft warmth of his chest against my back ushered in a peace that I hadn't remembered feeling for a long time. He might be someone I had just met, but every part of me found rightness with him.
"You're so delicious. I want to turn you over and do that again. To watch your beautiful face contort while you cum for me." He pressed his lips to the back of my shoulder and slid his hand down to grip my hip as he rocked against me.
I groaned and lifted my rear a little, rubbing it against the hardness of his erection. "That felt so good."
"Good, baby. I want you to drown in pleasure tonight." He moved back and worked on his jeans as I rolled onto my back and sat up.
"I wanna taste you now." I moved toward the edge of the bed, but he reached out and pressed his hand gently to my chest.
"Not right now. I want to make love to you." He turned and walked from the bed to his dresser as his jeans slid over his hips and dropped to the ground. His tight blue boxer-briefs left little to the imagination, but I wanted to take every inch of him in before we started fucking. Otherwise, I knew I'd miss out on seeing his beautiful body.
Getting up, I walked across the room and wrapped my arms around him, pressing a kiss on his strong back. He grunted softly and tore a condom package open before setting it down and sliding his underwear off.
I moved back and ran my fingers over the thick curve of his ass, squeezing softly and enjoying watching him much more than I should have. I slipped my panties off and stood back up as my legs shook slightly.
"Turn around. I want to see you." I gripped his shoulder tightly and pulled as he turned around to face me. He was gorgeous, his body strong and lined with subtle muscles. Dark hair ran from the center of his belly down to frame his thick cock.
I moved toward him, reaching out and cupping him with one hand while stroking him with the other.
He took my face in his hands and leaned down, kissing me fully and pressing against my hand as I sucked on his tongue. The musky tones of my pleasure rolled over me, and something spilled open deep inside of me. Where playing it safe with Jackson sounded right and good, this thing with Easton was hot and a little edgy. I wanted it – badly.
After breaking the kiss, he let his lips hover over mine as he panted softly and closed his eyes. "Your hands are so damn soft."
"Yes, and you're gorgeous. I could stare at you all day." I pressed my lips once against his and raked my nails over his sensitive flesh. The sound of his breath catching caused chill bumps to race along my exposed skin.