He kicks off his boots and his jeans. Standing in all his enormous, nude glory, he rakes his hungry gaze from my face to my thighs, pressed tightly together to contain the greedy ache inside me. Hot desire ripples through my lower belly when he scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip, and I whimper in delicious anticipation.
Ranger stoops closer to the bed, his face stark with need. With shocking swiftness, his fingers hook under the dress bunched around my waist and strip the silk down my legs. He tosses the garment into a nearby chair. A considering look is given to my high heels before he lets them be, and I laugh though the panting lust that has overtaken me again.
“You spread those pretty thighs now,” he rasps, his big fist stroking his engorged length, his gaze roaming over my flushed face, my heaving breasts. “Give me a good look at the pussy I’m about to eat.”
Shyness threatens to return, the sudden fear that he’ll think I’m awkward and silly instead of sexy—but only for the beat it takes to meet his dark eyes again, to see Ranger watching me as if he wants me more than he’s ever wanted anything. Emboldened by that look, I part my legs, knees bent with my heels digging into the bedspread. Then for good measure, I arch my back and cup my breasts in my hands, my thumbs teasing my beaded nipples, and touch the tip of my tongue to my upper lip.
Ranger’s reaction is everything I could have hoped for. A hoarse grunt erupts from him and his massive body goes rigid. Not moving, not breathing. Utterly still…except for his eyes, consuming me on a slow path from my mouth to my tits, then between my thighs. The moment his gaze settles there, his fist abruptly clenches around the flared rim of his cockhead, and a rivulet of cum spills from the tip to stream down over his white-knuckled fingers.
“Uh-oh,” I tease, my hand leaving my breast to slip down over my stomach. “Did seeing the naughty teacher’s shy little pussy almost make you come? Then what happens when I touch—”
A growl rips through the room. He lunges onto the bed, catching my wrist in one hand and my opposite ankle in the other. With deliberate intent, his head lowers between my thighs, but all the while his gaze burns upward, locked on mine in wordless warning.
That I’m his to touch. His to please. Ranger doesn’t say it. He doesn’t need to. That look resonates somewhere deep inside me and I understand him perfectly.
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pounding with the same wanton abandon that spread my legs to reveal the vulnerable core of me. I’m so ready to give everything to him. “Yours.”
An approving rumble from his chest is followed by a warm press of his lips to the center of my palm. He releases my wrist and wraps his arm around my thigh, angling his forearm back down over my hip, his big hand low on my belly. A quiver races over my skin as his long fingers form a V above my clit and part the lips of my sex.
He groans deep. “Your little pussy is so damn pretty, baby. And you smell so fucking sweet.” On a long inhalation, his eyes close in an expression of tortured bliss. “Even sweeter after coming on my cock. I bet you’ll taste like melted sugar after coming on my tongue.”
I don’t know what I’ll be. I don’t know anything after his first slow lick that culminates in a suckling kiss around my clit. I cry out, my back arching high, my coquettish posture forgotten, everything swept away but the way Ranger devours my pussy as if he’s starving for me and my pleasure is the only sustenance he’ll ever need.
And as if he’ll never get enough. His mouth is all over me, licking, tasting, teasing, then on a guttural moan he drags me even closer, his shoulders forcing my knees upward toward my chest. His thick finger sinks into me. His knuckle finds the spot that makes my thighs begin to shake, and he begins alternating between licking and sucking my clit, the sound so wet and hot and dirty that every taste, every touch is magnified, as I feel and hear it all at once.
An orgasm plows into me on one of those licks, knocking the breath from my lungs as I helplessly shudder and writhe beneath his tongue. A gasping scream leaves me when the explosion of ecstasy releases my convulsing flesh, and I collapse back, looking down between my thighs to where Ranger watches me with burning eyes.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls—then bends his head to do it again.
I’m a mindless, boneless wreck when he finally prowls up over my quivering form, his lips and tongue and hands worshipping more of my skin as he makes a slow pilgrimage to my mouth. His swollen length pushes into me again, claiming my body at the same moment his lips claim mine in a soul-shattering kiss. Because this, too, he does as if my kiss is the only kiss he’ll ever need. As if my lips are the only lips he’ll ever want. As if I’m the only one he’ll ever fuck as his thick erection moves within me in long, unhurried strokes.