And I know I want to spend the rest of this early Saturday with him.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Declan
When Yuna brushes her lips against mine, I think I’m having another damn dream. The raunchy sex dreams I’ve been having since the first evening she came over to my place.
But it’s not a dream.
She’s too warm, too solid, too sweet. My dreams always focus on my reactions. They’re always hazy on the details of how she feels, how she sounds and smells.
The skin on her arms is smooth and warm under mine. Her lips are softer and more richly delicious than the freshest whipped cream. I lick them a few times, then slip my tongue inside. She reminds me of a fine aged whiskey—intoxicating and addictive. I want more until there’s not a drop left.
She lets out a small sound, then wraps her fingers around the back of my neck. I pull her closer until she’s straddling me. My hands roam over her, tracing the sweet, slim lines of her body underneath the dress.
All my blood seems to pool between my legs. She groans, and lust shoots through every cell in my body. She fuses her mouth harder with mine, and I devour her with my lips and tongue, lost in the heat of our kiss.
Desire pours through my veins, screaming want, want, want. Part of me knows we can go all the way right here, right now, but I don’t want our first time to be on the kitchen counter. Or in the living room.
In my dreams, we did it everywhere but the bedroom. But for our first time, I want it to be there. In bed. So I can lay her down and spend hours watching her face flush with pleasure and twist with orgasm after orgasm.
In my dream, I never got to see her climax. It always ended before she came. Now, in reality, nothing will be over until she shudders and sobs my name.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I rasp.
She does, looking at me with dark eyes shining with excitement. And the sight stokes my own desire for her.
I kiss her again, grab her firm little ass and carry her up to the bedroom. My dick rocks against her with every step, a kind of delicious torture. She squirms against me, making tiny kitten noises in her throat.
The fact that she wants me as much as I want her makes me even harder. My boiling blood roars in my ears as I kick the door to the dimly lit bedroom open and lay her gently down on the mattress.
Her long, straight auburn hair spread out around her like a corona, Yuna looks like a goddess on the cool mint-colored sheets. Not just any goddess, but my goddess. I impatiently rip at the buttons on my shirt then fling it over my shoulder. I toe off my shoes, then jerk at my pants and underwear and socks, annoyed I have so many damned clothes on, something I’ve never felt before. But surely nobody needs this many pieces of cloth to prove they’re civilized.
“You have a gorgeous body,” Yuna says as she looks her fill. Her erotic scrutiny is hotter than hell.
“So do you.” I can’t imagine a more perfect woman.
She arches an eyebrow. “You haven’t seen it yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. You don’t have to be nude for me to know.”
A smile slowly curves her mouth. She beckons me closer. I place a hand next to her head and lean over her. Her lashes lower over her eyes as she runs those long, clever fingers over my body, from shoulders to chest and to abs. Her hands are slightly cool against my overheated skin, and I let out a soft sigh, enjoying the light strokes, the exploratory tracing of every line of my physique.
As they travel further south, I suck in a breath. When her hand runs along my shaft, I let out a moan. Her touch feels amazing. Red tinges her cheeks as she holds my eyes, her fingers working their feathery caresses.
I dip my head to claim her mouth, then use my free hand to reach under her and unzip her dress. I want her fully naked, exposed to my gaze. So there’s nothing between us.
She arches her spine to help, her mouth eager underneath mine, one hand wrapped around my dick. I unhook her bra and push it and the dress down to her pelvis in one smooth motion. Her breasts aren’t large, but soft and sweet, tipped with pointed nipples. The sight makes me shaky with need.
I hook my fingers on her underwear and pull everything down to her knees. She kicks her clothes the rest of the way off. She reaches down to unstrap her stilettos, then pauses. “On or off?”
“On.”
She laughs and lies back, wrapping her legs around me, her fingers digging into my hair as we kiss, our tongues tangling, sharing the same air.
I run my greedy hands over her bare body, relishing the silken feel of her warm skin. She’s sensitive, every touch eliciting shivers. I lay light kisses all around her velvety-soft breasts. She arches her back, grabs my hair and pulls my head until my mouth is right over one nipple.
I lick the tip, which is already tight and pebbled. Her breathing grows rougher, and I pull it into my mouth, sucking hard. She arches her back, her thighs tightening around me. She mumbles something in Korean and moves against me. I lavish my attention on the nipple until I can feel her wetness against my dick, then take the other one to make sure both are equally loved.