"When you want to fuck me, sunshine?" His tongue slides across my neck. "When you need to feel my tongue on you or my cock in you?"
My breath quickens at the mention of his body. "Yes."
"Like now?" he growls into my ear. "Like you want me to fuck you now?"
I reach for his head and pull his lips into mine. I can't
resist him. It's impossible. The moment he touches me or says those things to me, my body is on fire. I wait for him to touch me and he's focused on my face. His hands are caressing my cheeks, his tongue tasting my mouth. I pull on his shirt, fumbling with all of the buttons. His hands drop and I sense him removing his cuff links before he makes quick work of the buttons and the shirt slides off his shoulders.
"Touch me," he commands as he places my hands gently on his chest.
I'm in awe of the muscles and the sharp tone to them. He's so chiseled and hard. Every part of him screams pure and raw masculinity. I trace my hands down his stomach until they rest on his belt. He kisses me again and I'm grateful for the gentle reprieve. I've never touched a man like that. I've never brought a man pleasure with my hands or my mouth.
"You're everything to me, Sadie." He pulls back from the kiss to undo his belt. "Everything."
"I've never." I feel embarrassment slide through me. I can't tell him this. He's so experienced. He'll be so disappointed.
"Only when you're ready." He slides his pants to the floor followed by his boxer briefs.
I stop and look down at him. I soak in the beauty of his cock. It's so perfect. Everything about him is so well defined.
"I want to." I slide my hand over the tip, marveling at how smooth the head is. I can barely wrap my hand around him. I want to taste him. I want it now.
I push the coffee table back with my foot before I drop to my knees.
"Fuck." He pulls in a tight breath as I circle the head with my tongue. "Christ. Sadie."
I can feel his hands wrapped in my hair, pulling it, guiding me towards him. I open my lips and run my tongue over once more before taking him in. The wide crest flows into my mouth and I moan at the sensation. He groans loudly in response.
"Like that, sunshine." He's coaxing me as I run my hand down the length, pulling it back up as I slide him effortlessly across my lips. I can't take him all the way in. There's too much. He's so big. I just want him to feel the same pleasure he's given me so many times.
I wrap my other hand around him too, pumping him faster as I suck harder. His hands push me down and pull me up as his hips follow the rhythm. I stop and suck hard on the head, pulling it softly between my teeth. My reward is a heavy groan. "You're so good. This is so good." His voice is so low, so filled with desire.
I take him farther into my mouth as I increase the rhythm again. My jaw aches. My knees hurt but I can't stop. I want to taste him. I want him to give himself to me.
"I'm so close," he whispers breathlessly. "Stop. I'm going to come."
I push my head down as he pulls on my hair. The sting resonates through me. I shake my head and moan in protest.
"Oh, fuck." He pulls the words from deep within as his hips buck off the couch and I feel the first hot burst of him hit the back of my throat. His hands clench the sides of my face as he jerks in my mouth. More and more of him is filling me. I take it all in. This is what it's like. This is what I always want to give him.
Chapter 12
"You never answered my question." I smile at him across his small dining table.
"Is it who just blew my world apart?" He winks before he takes another bite of his sandwich. "The answer is you."
I look down at the food on my plate. I'm not hungry. I still have to bring up the subject of meeting my father to him.
"The question wasn’t about that stuff." I grin broadly.
"That stuff?" He cocks a brow. "You're the sweetest thing in the world. Do you know that?"
I wince at the compliment. "I'm not sweet."
"You are." He reaches across the table to push my sandwich closer. "You're sweet and amazing and one-of-a-kind."
I ignore the subtle suggestion that I eat the delicious looking turkey sandwich he made for me. I suggested we eat out but he was resistant. Maybe he liked restaurants as much as my dad did. I breathe heavily as I get ready to launch into the conversation I've been avoiding all night.