“Kavan,” she whispers my name.
I’m on my knees because I can’t control what I’m feeling. I haul her dress up to her waist to reveal a pair of black silk panties.
“You’re soaking wet,” I grit those words out as I settle between her legs. “So fucking wet for me.”
She lets out a sound that fills the silence in the room.
I dive down, my tongue trailing over the silk for my first taste, but it’s torturous. There’s a hint of her sweetness, but it’s not enough.
I curve a finger on each side of her panties and pull them down.
I tug harder, sliding them over her toned legs until she’s bare.
“I...Kavan…please.”
She doesn’t need to plea.
I do. I need to plea for mercy. Plea for the honor of pleasing this woman.
I push her thighs apart with my hands to reveal her core.
With the soft glow trailing in from the lights of the city, she’s a vision. “You’re so beautiful, Juliet. This is so beautiful.”
Her hands flail for something to grip onto so I guide one to my lips. I kiss her palm softly. “I want this.”
“I want this,” she repeats on stuttered breaths.
I slide my tongue over her cleft, finally tasting her.
I eat her with abandon. Soft licks and the nip of my teeth on her clit draw her closer to the edge.
I slide a finger into her, then another, marveling at how snug she is.
With my cock aching in my pants, I take her swollen pink nub between my lips and suck.
Her hands thread through my hair as she moans again and again.
It’s a symphony of her pleasure, and as she soars into an orgasm she cries out. I stay in place kissing her inner thighs while I whisper into her skin that she’s just given me the greatest gift of my life.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Juliet
I stare at him while he strips down to absolutely nothing.
His body is truly magnificent.
I’ve been nude since he tugged my dress over my head after he ate me to an orgasm.
He wanted seconds, but I pulled at his shirt to get him up and over me.
Then I kissed him softly, tasting myself on his mouth.
“Your body is incredible,” I whisper.
He glances at me from where he’s standing next to his bed. “I’ll take the compliment, Juliet, but if we’re going to discuss beautiful bodies, you are divine.”
I roll onto my back. “Get a condom.”
“My bossy little lover.” He laughs. “She wants to be fucked.”
“Hard,” I draw the word out slowly.
His hand strokes the length of his cock. “What if I want to eat you again?”
I’d want nothing more if I had already felt him inside of me, but there’s an ache that his mouth and lips can’t chase away.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” I confess.
He turns to face me head on, with his hand still running slow strokes over his erection. He’s large. His balls are heavy.
The man is powerful in every single way.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for longer.” He takes a step closer to the bed. “I wanted you when you walked into my office that first day.”
“You didn’t.”
He huffs out a laugh. “I did. I wanted you then. I want you more now.”
I part my legs. “So come get me.”
He moves toward a cabinet across the room. I admire his ass as he does.
“You’re just as impressive from the back.”
There’s a slight shake of his head. “As are you.”
I roll onto my stomach. “You like me like this, do you?”
When he turns back around he’s sheathing his cock. “No. Not like that, Juliet.”
“How then?”
He crawls onto the bed, flipping me over with ease. “Like this. I want to look at you when I fuck you.”
My breath catches when he shoves my legs apart. His eyes trail over my body.
“Stop looking,” I whisper. “Start fucking.”
He moves between my legs, guiding his cock to my core.
He teases me, stroking the tip over my clit. “You want this, Juliet.”
“Yes,” I say, staring into his brilliant blue eyes. “I want you.”
With a sudden thrust forward, he’s inside of me. It’s too much, so much, that I cry out.
“Easy,” he says, leaning forward to pepper my forehead with kisses. “Deep breaths.”
He moves gently, his eyes never leaving mine.
I rock my hips slowly, adjusting to his size. “It feels so good.”
He drops his head to my neck. “You’re so good. So fucking good.”
He fucks me like that with soft whispered words, holding onto every ounce of self-control that he has.
“Let go,” I whisper. “Let go, Kavan. Take me.”
He does. He ups the pace. Hard thrusts of his hips while his hands roam my body. Strong fingers twisting my nipples and digging into my thighs until I cry out.
He does too with a groan ripped from the deepest part of him. He fills the condom with shaking thrusts before he falls onto me to rest his lips against my neck.