“On the side,” she urges when I run my hand down her back for the third time. “Let me help you.”
I grip her just a little harder. I can’t have her hands on me right now. I’m barely clinging to my control as it is. Hell, if it wasn’t for the sake of her modesty and the threat of getting arrested, I would’ve laid her out on the damn floor at the gala and devoured her.
Anna breathes a sigh of relief when I lower the side-zipper on her dress, but I’m the one at a loss for words as the fabric pools around her feet. She was a fucking sight in the dress, but the devil-red lace remaining makes my mouth run dry.
“Fuck me.”
I take a step back, sweeping my eyes up her body, letting my gaze linger at the triangle of fabric between her thighs before lifting my eyes enough to notice her peaked nipples straining the lace covering her breasts.
“You are fucking glorious.”
“Take it off,” she urges, her hands reaching back to unclasp her bra.
“No fucking way.” I reach for her hands, but she’s faster.
I watch, torn between absolute awe and disappointment, as the strapless garment falls to the floor. The wicked gleam in her eyes tell me she knows she has the upper hand right now. She’s so much in control, I don’t realize she’s moved until the cool air of her apartment hits the tip of my cock.
“Commando?” I look down at her, the height difference between us drastic while she’s standing so close to me. “That’s hot.”
“I… umm… couldn’t.” I swallow, trying to remember what I was going to say. “The pants were too tight on my thighs.”
Hopefully, that explains enough. Her grin tells me it doesn’t even matter right now.
“You tasted me at your ranch.”
“Dying to again.”
“It’s my turn.”
This woman has been sent from heaven. Of that I’m certain. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she lowers to the floor in nothing but a scrap of lace covering her heavenly treasure. She keeps her head tilted, eyes locked on mine as her tongue snakes out, swiping away the desire that has beaded at the tip.
Of its own volition, my body jolts, the sensation of that one lick taking over my entire body.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I praise when she sucks the head.
God, I’m going to fucking embarrass myself in minutes, but she told me she loves me, so that’s got to help when I have to apologize, right?
How did I keep my eyes closed the entire time we were together that first time? I knew even then that being with her was different, and I tried to keep inside of that dreamlike state, but man did I miss seeing her. Never again. I’ll never close my eyes because I can’t miss a second of this. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me down as far as she can manage, but she’s too eager for her own good.
When she pulls her mouth from my cock, I want to hug her to my chest, hold on to her and never let her go, but she isn’t having it.
“Kick off your shoes. Get that shirt all the way off. Hurry.”
My hands immediately start to do her bidding. “Are we going to do this right here in the foyer?”
She looks around us from our feet to the sofa on the other side of the room, and then down the hall. I hate this apartment, condo, and to fully rid ourselves of the toxicity that lives next door, she’s going to have to move. I’m wondering how many orgasms it will take before I can convince her to move to the ranch with me?
“I want to make love in my bed,” she says, decision made.
I watch as she walks away, the movement of her curves too much to resist. I don’t snap out of the trance until she winks at me over her shoulder before disappearing into her bedroom. It takes a millisecond before I’m turning the corner into the room, but she’s a speed demon because I find her lace panties discarded on the floor and she’s splayed out like a dessert buffet on her bed.
“Fucking heaven on earth,” I mutter as I make my way across the room, stroking the length of my dick.
A cursory swipe of my tongue up her slit is all I can manage right now, and after a brief apology and a promise to make it up to her on round two, I position myself between her legs.
“I love you,” I vow as I shift forward and sink inside.
“Too,” she says with a groan, and I take a little pride that she’s disoriented right now. God, I hope this never changes.
We cling to each other, my hips moving and hers answering in kind until our bodies are so slick with sweat that it’s hard to hold on. With her legs wrapped like straps around my hips, I cover her body with mine, slowly rocking into her with our mouths fused together.