“God, I can never get enough of you,” he whispered into my skin.
“I want more,” I said, taking a handful of his hair and pulling him back to my breasts.
I initially thought I’d feel out of place. That the power imbalance of me being naked and him fully clothed would be too much to handle. But it wasn’t strange. I felt like a goddamned piece of art and Trask was taking his time appreciating me.
He continued kissing down my body, stopping at the waistband of my panties. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Please,” I whispered.
“Complete sentences.”
“Please, take them off,” I moaned, already moving my hips in search of some sort of friction.
“So fucking polite,” he groaned. He took the panties in between his teeth and pulled them down my legs painfully slowly. He was equally slow on his way back up, kissing my calves, then the insides of my thighs.
“Trask, please stop this torture. Just come here.” I reached out for his hair, his shirt, anything but he caught my hands and pinned them to my sides.
“Oh sweetheart, you have only ever looked like this in my dreams, so forgive me for taking my time and soaking up this vision because it absolutely does not compare to my imagination.” He licked my pussy. I moaned at his touch. “I wanted you from the moment you opened your crappy computer and gave that professor a piece of your mind.” He licked me again, using his tongue to dance over my clit. I squirmed, but he held me still. “I knew I’d pursue you relentlessly after you read me that fucking strange story of yours.” He closed his mouth over my clit and sucked. “God, you taste like pure sugar.” Something was building in me. A wave cresting, ready to crash against the shore. “I want you every day.”
The orgasm hit me and I couldn’t help but let out a long moan, legs shaking. I pushed his face away, my throbbing clit already too sensitive. “You,” I breathed, “you can do that anytime you want.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he groaned, diving back into my pussy, licking and nipping at me.
“Oh my god.” The familiar wave building again. “My legs are shaking.”
“Good,” he purred. “I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed for the next twenty-four hours.”
He looked at my eyes, and slowly used his fingers to circle my clit, prodding at my entrance. “God, you’re so tight.”
I bit my lip. I’d been honest with everything else, I felt like I needed to be with this too. “I’ve never…”
His eyes snapped up to mine, surprise was written all over his face. “Never?”
“I’ve dated some guys off and on, but no, it never went that far.”
He pulled away. “Eliza, we don’t have to do anything. Do you want to go home? Would you rather order pizza and just watch a movie?”
“Trask Davis, if you don’t finish what you started I am going to lose my mind.”
He cracked a smile and loosened his maroon tie. “I love it when you talk like that.”
I reached for his shirt, beginning the long process of unbuttoning it. “Like what?”
“Like the fierce woman you are. You put people in their place.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You like it when I’m in charge?”
He groaned when I teased at his belt. “I like it when you’re confident, like right now, naked in bed, holding a normal conversation like this is just another Tuesday.”
“I am anything but confident right now,” I admitted. “And it’s Friday.”
He shrugged off the shirt and covered me with his body. “Why are you shaking?”
“I’m nervous.”
“Like jumping out of an airplane?”
I nodded.