She liked the way her name sounded on his lips. Wild and untamed, the exact opposite of the woman she’d been for the past twenty-five years. He made her feel adventurous and sexy, like a brand-new woman with no tainted past. His long strides devoured the pavement as he began the walk to his apartment.
The controlled precision made her kitten purr louder. They reached the top floor and he placed her back against the door as he fumbled for his keys. His lips tempted her and for once in her life, she took the initiative.
His slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression that followed would have amused her if she hadn’t been so desperate. She traced his lips with her tongue, seeking entrance as his flavor flooded her mouth. Whiskey, tartness and Shooter. The trinity of tastes inflamed her and she dropped her legs lower, lining up with his pelvis once more. They’d built up to this moment and now she couldn’t wait another second. The prominent bulge she felt hinted at something long and thick. She shuddered in anticipation.
“Fuck.” He hissed, bracing his arms on either side of her as their tongues dueled. Bringing her hands up to tangle in his soft locks, she tilted her head for more contact. A moan rumbled in his chest, and he obliged. Her breasts grew heavy as he took over, dominating her mouth with a masterful skill that made her lightheaded. “Need, now.”
His animalistic words filled her with pride. She’d brought a powerful man to his baser self. Seeing the give in his dominating personality turned her on.
The key shimmied, the tumbler turned and he staggered inside. He kicked the door shut and kept going. Her back met the soft surface of his couch.
“Have to taste.”
“No.” She clamped her thighs shut, embarrassed.
“Yes.” His dark eyes and commanding pitch left no room for argument. “Open your legs and hold on to the couch, Juliette.”
Her mouth went dry. “I-I never.” Unable to hold his gaze, she looked down. It made her feel wrong. What if she tasted bad?
“Good. I want to be the first person to do everything, and the rest I’ll erase from your memory.” His words stole her breath. Shooter’s different. Try it his way. Shaking, she placed her hands over her head, gripped the back of the couch and re-centered herself in the here and now. Breaking free from another trapping from her past.
“I’ll make it good for you, so good. But you have to ask. Let me hear how much you want it.”
The need to please him rushed up from some untapped place inside and she found herself nodding. She wouldn’t let him control her any longer. Overcoming her shyness, she spread her legs a few inches.
“I want it.” Her wobbly voice felt like a climb to the top of Mt. Everest, the first step of many on her journey to true change.
“Wider, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours. Are you wet for me?”
No one had ever talked to her that way before. Her center throbbed, and her swollen clit screamed for attention. God help her, she liked it. Moistening her lips, she nodded.
“I want to hear you say it, baby.”
“Y-yes, I’m wet for you.”
“Still so shy.” He reached out and ran a finger down her silky underwear. Her body jerked at the brief contact. “So responsive. I knew you were the right one for me.” His whispered praise heightened her pleasure. The positive affirmation felt almost as enjoyable as his actions. Moving in before she could protest, he buried his face between her legs and inhaled deep, nudging her apex with his nose. She curled her fingers into the couch to keep from grabbing him. She bucked toward him, hit by a powerful jolt of sensation. He moved back and grinned.
“You like it, don’t you? I knew you would.”
Uncertain what to say, she glanced away. What am I doing?
“No, there’s no room for shame here. Everything we’ll do is consensual and for our pleasure. Everyone and everything else be damned. The outside world doesn’t exist here, you understand?” The words lifted a heavy burden. The gentle expression on his face empowered her. She got the impression it wasn’t one he wore often and if he could meet her halfway, she could do the same.
“Yes.”
“I want to hear you say my name, Juliette. I like the way it rolls off that clever little tongue.”
“Shooter.”
He groaned. “I have to taste you now, baby.” Hooking the straps of her underwear with nimble fingers, he gazed deep into her eyes. “Lift your hips.” She rose off the couch and he yanked off the black scrap of silk, holding it up to his nose. He breathed deep before setting them down. “Do you know what you smell like, Juliette?”
Mesmerized, she shook her head.
“Like everything good and clean.” He moved between her legs like a stalking panther and lapped at her pussy. Her eyelids slammed shut.
“No.” His command made her body jerk and her eyes pop back open.
“I want you to look at me. Watch me pleasure you. I want to see your eyes when you come.” The walls of her vagina shook.