Chapter Thirteen
Will
I smiled against her neck, tilting her head to the opposite side so I could feast on her. I traced her clavicle with my tongue and pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder so I could touch her bare skin. Then I went back to her mouth, savoring her lips before claiming her tongue. When I drew my thumbs over the peaks of her breasts, I felt her nipples respond. Christ, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wanted to yank that dress down and suck on her nipples until she begged me to be inside her. I sucked on her tongue instead, until she pushed her hips against me. She was so on edge.
“God, Will. I need....”
I knew what she needed, and I was going to give it to her in spades.
“You need to come, Paige,” I whispered in her ear, and she gasped, rubbing herself against the bulge in my jeans. I needed to lay her down, so I looked around. There was a couch in the living room. Perfect. I kissed her while I walked her backward to her couch. My pulse was pounding at the tip of my cock. If I touched her pussy, if I made her come, would I be able to control myself? I had to.
I sat her on the couch, backing her into the armrest.
“You’re trapping me here,” she said huskily when I leaned over her, setting a knee on the couch between her thighs. She bent her knees, and the skirt of her dress fell in her lap. Then she spread her knees further apart, opening up for me.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Those toned legs, that smooth skin. I ran my fingers up the inside of a thigh, then moved to the other. All the while, I kissed her, because I couldn’t get enough of her mouth. I inched further up between her legs and touched her panties. I moved my middle finger up and down the fabric and felt Paige shudder. My control was hanging from a very, very thin thread. Then she slipped her hands under my shirt, and I stilled.
“You’re not allowed to touch me, Paige.”
She pouted. “Why not?”
“Because I’m very close to sinking into you as it is.”
“What’s holding you back?”
I kissed her temple, breathing in that sweet strawberry scent. “As I said, I don’t want to rush this.”
“Will—”
“So no touching me.”
She pouted again.
“If you don’t do as I say, I’ll stop touching you.”
She immediately took her hands away. I brought a hand to the back of her head, pulling her into a deep kiss while I stroked her one last time over her panties. Then I slipped my hand inside, rubbing a finger over her folds. Paige moaned. I felt the reverberations in my mouth. I worked up to her clit, flicking it between my fingers before drawing small circles around it. She wasn’t going to last long. I’d hoped to draw it out, but I’d give her seconds. In a brief break from kissing, she moved her mouth on my neck, suckling on my Adam’s apple, and I nearly burst in my jeans. Fuck, I hadn’t told her she couldn’t kiss me. I would have told her now, but I was so turned on that I wasn’t sure I’d be coherent. So I kissed her mouth instead.
As I moved my hand faster, Paige dug her heels in the couch, pressing herself against the armrest as if she couldn’t take what I was giving her. I didn’t relieve the pressure on her mouth or between her legs. I kissed and touched her until she exploded. Her hips arched beautifully, lifting off the couch, and she pressed her knees together, trapping my arm as I kissed the tip of her nose, listening to her ragged, heavy breaths. Her face and neck were flushed, but the tension still hadn’t left her body, so I moved on with my plan: seconds. Only now I didn’t want just my fingers on her. I wanted to taste her, to have my mouth on her when she surrendered her pleasure to me.
“Sit at the edge of the couch, Paige.”
She did what I said, watching me with wide eyes.
I knelt in front of her.
“Now take off your panties.”
She didn’t ask why. She just lifted her ass off the couch enough to move the panties to her thighs. I yanked them past her knees and ankles. She was ready for me. I spread her thighs wider, moving the tip of my nose up one thigh, then bringing it back to the apex.
“Will,” she muttered pleadingly.
“I’ll draw this out. Slowly.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll come harder.”
She swallowed, and I teased her other thigh before lowering my mouth to her clit. I stroked it with my tongue until she gripped the backrest above her head for support with both hands and lifted her hips off the couch again, pressing herself against my mouth, crying out my name.