Slamming my back into the wall of the elevator, his hands slid under my skirt and kneaded my ass as he pressed his hardness into my core. He licked and kissed and bit my neck until I was putty in his hands. It had been so long since anyone had touched me, and no one…no one…had ever touched me like that.
We stumbled into his apartment in a lust-and-alcohol-fueled haze, knocking over chairs and lamps as we tore off our clothes. Even in the darkness, I could sense his apartment was a thousand times bigger than Amy’s, but I was too distracted by the sex god leading me to his bedroom to take in its extravagance.
Once stripped to our underwear, he backed me into his California King and guided me onto the luxurious sheets with his hungry lips.
“Wa…wait!” I panted, holding my hand to his pounding chest. Barely a breath had been taken between us since our embarrassing exit from the bar.
His eyes burned into mine as he ran his thumb over my wedding ring. “Second thoughts.”
“No thoughts. That’s the problem.”
“Good.” With a devilish grin, he yanked my body to the end of the bed where he stood, towering above me. “Because I have big plans for you.”
“Oh, really? Do tell.” I sounded way more confident than I was.
The mattress dipped as he placed his arms on either side of my body, like a knife and fork. “I’m more of a show-not-tell kind of guy,” he said, parting my legs with his knees.
I giggled nervously. I was out of my league here.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” But I laughed again.
He pressed his hardness against the cotton of my underwear. “Tell me.”
My eyes widened. He was big. Too big. “Everything!” I blurted out, squirming under the gloriously unnerving pressure. “This!” My cheeks pooled with heat. “I’ve never done this before!”
His eyes flashed to mine, and his jaw twitched. Was he contemplating backing out?
“But I want to.” I rolled my pelvis into his to assure him of my intentions. Ireallyneeded this. It had been six years, for Christ’s sake.
His smile grew as he dragged himself down my body. “Then I better make it worth your while.”
“I think you already have,” I gushed, thinking about the orgasm that got us kicked out of the bar.
“Oh, Tiger.” He chuckled over my panties. “That was only the beginning.”
“The beginning…” I puffed out as his stubble grazed my thighs.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed as he clasped one leg in each hand, then pushed them apart. “I plan to fuck you until the sun comes up.” And on his promise, he nuzzled into the damp cotton and ran his tongue over my aching mound.
My body arched off the bed. “Oh, God!”
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” he snapped, glaring up at me.
“Okay, okay!” I wondered if it was possible to hide an orgasm. “I’ll try…”
He kissed the insides of my thighs while I relaxed back onto the bed. “Good girl,” he uttered, grasping my ass through my panties. He pulled the flimsy material over my legs until there was nothing between us but his hot breath.
“Hold onto the sheets.” His searing gaze did not veer from my swollen lips.
Before I could grasp anything, his tongue dove through my seam, sending a shockwave through my body. I couldn’t breathe under the intense pleasure, and it took all my strength to contain myself. Over and over, he stroked, and sucked, and swirled, while my legs threatened to close in on him like a vise. It was sensational.
Instead of the sheets, I grabbed his hair, pulling as another orgasm rippled through me.
“Tiger,” he growled, running his hands through his tousled hair once my legs released him.
“I’m sorry.” I winced. “I couldn’t help it.”