His hand gripped the curve of her ass and he groaned as he hauled her in against him. She’d kicked off her shoes and he’d managed to shed his. Her dress was hiked up high, nearly exposing her underwear and his shirt had been ripped from his pants.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he rasped. He wanted to rip off her panties, hike up her dress and take her against the wall. He’d show some restraint, since he wanted to initiate her into the finer arts of pleasure, not let her see the animal he was.
He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He crashed his mouth over hers, sucking and licking at her lips. They parted readily under the onslaught and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He licked at hers eagerly, the strokes echoed south of the border. His cock was impossibly hard.
Ash’s apartment was small. There was an entrance way, a small kitchen after that, the living room, and a hallway. They stumbled into it together. He crashed against a coffee table, banging his legs painfully as she pushed against him, nipping his lips and sucking his tongue. She corrected him and steered him down a small hall. There was a door on the left, probably a bathroom, since she bypassed it.
She pushed into her room and didn’t bother turning on the light. He decided to let it slide, since the streetlights filtered in between uneven slats in dusty blinds, providing enough light to work with.
“You taste so good,” he said huskily as he pulled away panting.
“You taste better.”
“You taste like heaven.”
“You taste like sex.”
This is not an argument I’m going to win. He was just fine with that. He stopped talking and let his hands do the work. He stripped Ash out of her dress in record time. He managed to use self-control and not rip it to shreds. He even took care with the zipper. Her black lace bra and matching lace panties nearly brought him to his knees. They were like a reward for his careful control.
Ash’s dusky pink nipples stood out through the bra, hard and pert. He groaned and dipped a hand brazenly between her legs. She was hot and wet and so ready.
“Lord, you’re so perfect,” he groaned. “You’re going to kill me. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Even in the dark he could tell he’d made her blush. His hands flew to the button of his pants and he stripped them away far less carefully than he’d done with Ash’s clothes. His shirt didn’t fare any better. Buttons rained down all over the place as he practically tore it off. He stood in his tight boxers, which kept his cock from being a complete tent pole but did little to hide just what she was doing to him.
Ash glanced down and her eyes went wide. “Oh my god. I- I…”
She trailed off and he grinned. “Thanks. That’s flattering.” Ash swallowed hard. She reached up with a shaking hand to undo her bra, but he stopped her. “Let me.” He unhooked it deftly and let it fall away. Her breasts were perfect. Twin globes that were more than enough for a handful and the sweetest nipples he’d ever seen. “Perfect,” he breathed.
She opened her mouth, probably to voice some ridiculous protest, but the words died a hard death when he bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She squirmed against him, made the sweetest little mewling sounds, sounds that went straight to his dick, and thrust her chest forward.
“Oh my god,” she groaned. “More.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and guided him to her other breast. He nearly shot his load right there. God, had he thought she was going to be shy or reluctant? He thought he’d have some teaching to do, but the minute they walked through that door, all her awkward shyness fled and she became a damn goddess.
He claimed her other breast, suckling her until she was moaning and writhing again. He knew she’d be hotter, wetter, if he dipped his hand between her legs. He didn’t. Instead he pulled away, nipping her gently as he released the tight bud. He blew on the wet flesh and she moaned.
“On the bed,” she commanded huskily. She blinked in surprise after, as though she’d shocked herself with her lusty command. She sure as hell shocked him. He let out a deep, throaty laugh, which seemed to piss her off. “What’s funny about that?” she asked, eyes blazing.
Trace glanced towards the bed. “For one, I have no intention of giving you what you want right away. What we both want. I’m going to torture you. Play with you. Make you beg. I’m going to teach you that it’s far, far, more pleasant to wait.” At least it will be for her. For him it would be damn torture. Pleasant too, but far, far more torturous.