His breath was harsh and fast as he pushed my skirt up, grasping my thong and ripping it off my legs.
“Oh,” I gasped at the sting.
“I’ve dreamt of this.” Pushing his face between my thighs, I collapsed against the wall with a low moan when his mouth covered my sex.
In one fast move, he lifted my thigh over his shoulder, and his tongue plunged into me before moving higher, up my belly to circle my navel.
“Oh, god,” I gasped, threading my fingers in his soft hair.
His beard scuffed my sensitive skin as he groaned hungrily, making his way lower again. His teeth grazed my clit, and I almost screamed. I rose on my toes when his beard scuffed my inner thighs. It was so many sensations. I made noises I didn’t recognize.
He pulled my most sensitive place with his lips, sucking and circling, devouring.
We were starving for each other. Rising fast, he turned my chest to the wall, quickly rolling on a condom before slamming into me with a groan.
“God, you feel so good.” For a moment, he stilled, and we both panted in time.
My body radiated with orgasm. He pushed me onto my tiptoes, and I bucked my ass involuntarily against him.
“Fuck me…” I begged, unable to wait any longer. “Please… Fuck me.”
“Sin…” He hissed at my ear, jerking the bodice of my dress down so my breasts would spill out into his hands. “My girls.”
My eyes rolled back, and I exhaled a laugh at his obsession. Still, I wasn’t complaining. His obsession translated into mind-blowing orgasms.
Now we’re here. I’ve already flown to the stars once, and he’s brought me back to the edge with him again. My eyes close, and we’re grasping and clawing for that incredible release just within our grasp.
We’re breaking all his rules, but my mind is too flooded with lust and need and orgasm to analyze it. I don’t care if he takes it all back tomorrow. All I know is I need his cock driving into me right now, taking me to the far reaches of heaven again.
It’s starting… I feel it rising…
Shimmering hot orgasm radiates the arches of my feet, snaking up my legs like a vine. My back jerks like I’ve touched a live wire, and with one more hit of his dick to my G-spot, I break, crying and clenching all around him.
“Fuck…” He groans, coughing as he comes. “It’s so good.”
He holds me tight to his body, one palm flat against my stomach, and I feel the power of his orgasm as he pulses inside me.
We both fall forward against the wall like we’ve just run a marathon. My face is turned to the side, and his chest is against my back, the little hairs tickling my skin. Salt is on my tongue from biting and tasting him, and we smell like leather and sage and flowers and sex.
His large hand cradles my breast, and a smile curls my lips. “You’re like a little boy with his favorite toy.”
“Fuck, yeah, it’s my favorite toy.” I feel his cheek rise at my shoulder. “Have you seen how hot your rack is? I’d have given my left nut to hold these babies one more time.”
“Mm…” I exhale a satisfied noise. “I take it you’re a boob guy.”
His head lifts, and he kisses the side of my neck. “I’ve never really thought about it before. Until a witchy redhead waltzed into my life with a body to make any man weep and a brain sharp enough to make it all unfair.”
Rolling against the wall, I turn to face him, lifting my arms onto his shoulders. “Who are you and what did you do with this asshole I know named Spencer?”
Smoky hazel eyes meet mine, and he’s still grinning like a very bad boy. “You love assholes. It’s why I had to get you away from Rick, the recently divorced douche.”
“You didn’t have to get me away from him.”
I had no intention of going anywhere with anyone… Until I was sure Spencer was a lost cause.
He lifts his face and presses his mouth to my forehead, and a wash of emotion floods my insides. He’s not angry right now. He’s not pushing boundaries and throwing up walls. Damn him for melting my heart.
I’m sure it’s all the champagne we’ve drunk, but I want to keep him this way. Where will he go in the morning? Will he remember his rules or will something have changed?