Leaning back on my haunches, I took the shirt off and tossed it away, taking in the sight of her body bared to me.
Holy fuck.
Her breasts were full and spilling from a black lace bra barely holding them in. They sit above a slim waist and the sexiest flare of hips with the smallest amount of fabric covering her pussy. If I looked hard enough, I could make out the darker outline of her nipples under the lace. Heat thrummed through my veins while I tried to guess what color I’d reveal. Pink? Brown? A mix?
“Take your pants off,” she ordered.
I wanted to push back at her commanding tone, but why the fuck would I? I think I wanted my pants off more than she did, and I wasn’t going to deny myself one less piece of fabric between us. I did as she instructed, and groaned when she stretched her arms overhead, arching her breasts up. She gave me a coy smile that was more of a taunt than anything. I couldn’t wait to make those lips part on a gasp—a moan—my name.
I prowled over her, shoving her legs wide to make room for myself, ignoring the click of the camera. The photographer could be telling me the building was on fire, and I wouldn’t hear it. Carina and I were in our own bubble, and nothing was penetrating it until I’d finished with this woman.
Pressing kisses along her panty line, I nipped at each hip bone before making my way up her stomach, stopping to tongue her belly button. I may not be able to pull her panties aside and tongue her cunt, but I wanted to, and I wanted her to imagine what it would feel like until she was desperate for it.
Once I made it to her breast, I hovered over her nipple, but not touching her. Slowly, my hand rose past her ribs, and I held my breath waiting for her to tell me to stop before I reached the full curve. But it never came. I palmed her firm breast and strummed the nipple. Her teeth sunk into the flesh to hold back a cry of pleasure. Hooking my finger into the lacy cup, I waited, looking up at her for permission.
Her eyes flashed, and she nodded.
God, this woman was sexy—brave. I bet she had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, and I was lucky enough to pull it out of her. Not taking my eyes off hers, I tugged the material down, and slowly lowered my mouth until the bud fit between my lips. Her head tipped back as I flicked my tongue back and forth before sucking hard.
“Ian,” she whimpered.
My hips jerked at the sound, and I swear, I almost came from the contact. Not daring to stop teasing her, I moved to the other breast, my hand drifting down her body to palm her thigh and ass. I decided to press my luck, with the photographer on the other side of us, unable to see what I was doing, I reached around her thigh until I could finger the lace edge of her panties.
Releasing her nipple, I looked down at the darkened tips, wet from my mouth, hard from the torture I just put them through. I wasn’t disappointed with the shade—a darker blush rose. Fuck, I would need more of those.
But first and foremost, I needed to kiss her. It’d been six months since I’d felt her lips on mine, and that night had haunted me. It had been damn near impossible to let her walk away from that bar, but she hadn’t been ready. According to the wet heat pressing against my dick, she was more than ready now.
I licked up her neck and bit her chin. I wanted to torture her and make her wait for me to take her mouth, but she beat me to the punch because as soon as I was high enough, she lifted her head from the pillow and kissed me. She sucked on my bottom lip and dominated the kiss. I was a mere passenger to her needs, and I wasn’t even sad about it.
But I liked control. Maybe because she pushed back so much, it made the control all the sweeter with her. So, while I let her have her fun thinking she was dominating the situation, I moved my hand further, slipping under her panties and swiping at her slit. She gasped and pulled back from the kiss, not demanding I stop.
“Would you let me fuck you?”
Her eyes bounced between mine, curious, and turned on. “No penetration,” she reminded me.
“Let’s break the rules.”
We both groaned when I pressed my finger further between her lips. Her cunt was wet and slippery, and all I wanted was to coat myself in her.
“Would you like it? Would you try to hold back your moans so she wouldn’t know you have a cock stretching this tiny pussy?”