I don’t get words as a response. Instead, he locks the door and then stalks toward me. Not stopping, he takes off his black velvet tux jacket and drapes it on the counter as he moves closer.
I back up. The backs of my thighs brush against the vanity chair because I have nowhere else to go. Chills trickle down my arms with every step he takes.
“This fucking mouth of yours,” he says in a low tone that might as well be the frequency that turns my clit to jelly because, like Pavlov's dog, this bitch is salivating at the sound.
“Can’t decide what you want to do with it?” I raise my eyebrows in a taunting gesture.
“There’s plenty I can do with it, but right now, I’m going to kiss you. Because as much as you piss me off most of the time, the one thing that pisses me off even more is the fact that nobody kisses me the way you do. And my mouth has craved yours for so long, if I don’t feel your lips on mine in the next second, I’m not responsible for what might happen.”
Well, shit.
He grabs me by the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, and he pulls me toward his mouth.
“Then stop talking and kiss me already.”
His plush mouth, with his full lips, skate over mine. The softness of his kiss catches me off guard, but only for a moment, because as soon as I part my lips and let my tongue glide out, the promised urgency and confidence return in abundance. The way we kiss each other is easy, setting a punishingly beautiful rhythm that’s hard to forget. I’m lost in it. The way his lips move around mine, the way his tongue teases and plunders, it’s filled with far too much emotion, and the promise that, if I’m good, I’ll be able to feel them whenever I want.
I’m reveling in his moment, taking all I can get. In our bubble, all that exists are the sounds of my whimpering and his groaning. I’ve craved this so badly, and now that I’m here, my energy feels replenished, like a full body charge for finally allowing who I’ve starved myself of for so long, to satiate me.
I feel the edge of the vanity pressing against the back of my thighs, just below my ass. Shifting myself up, I sit, and the movement bunches my dress. The coolness of the counter forces my eyes to open. Even up close, barely in focus, the man is breathtaking. His strong features are always stare-worthy, but with his strength and the way he’s holding me, he’s even more beautiful.
I brush my palm over his cock, up and down slowly. “I need to see it. I already know it’s glorious. I’ve thought about what he looks like for far too long.” He laughs as I start to move my fingers furiously, making quick work of his buckle. I’m a damn ninja when it comes to belts, buckles, and zippers.
Stopping my hands, he looks down at me and says, “I didn’t drag you up here so I could fuck your mouth, G.” That makes me raise an eyebrow.Fucking liar.And the way he says it makes me tingle. I don’t normally tingle, but the promise of fucking my mouth versus me sucking his dick sounds like the best twisting of words.Dirty wordsmith.
Before I can call his bluff, he’s dropping to his knees. Eye level with my chest now, he drags his hands over my thighs. I’m compact, but my hips and thighs are full. In his hands, however, they almost look petite. I am not, nor have ever been, a petite woman. He jerks my hips toward him, the movement pushing my dress up higher. My ass perches on the edge of the table, forcing my upper body to slouch back against the mirror.
“You look fucking incredible tonight,” he says, looking into my eyes as if I’d object. I won’t. I do look incredible. Hearing it out loud, though, from his lips to my ears, is a bit intoxicating. “But that’s nothing new.” He tilts his head to the right and places my legs up over his shoulders. He plants a kiss on my inner left thigh, pulling back when something catches his eye. I smile and almost giggle, knowing what he’s about to read.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he breathes hungrily, licking across the cursive lettering with its exaggerated curves and loops. Right where my hips crease, where my thighs meet the path to my pussy, is a statement I made him aware of all those years ago.
It’s not going to lick itself…
If you’re not close, it’s hard to read, and many who have seen it haven’t taken the time to really look, since the cursive makes it difficult to read at a glance, but not for Henry. Nope, my flyboy, at this proximity, pays attention to details. Which is why, when I inked this tattoo years ago, I hoped he’d eventually see it again.
“This is new,” he says with a smirk. Another lick.
“Not that new.”
He flicks his eyes back to mine. “This for me, Pixie?”
My face flushes with another wave of heat, and I smile. While every piece of art on my body is for me, that one in particular was always meant to be read by him.
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He nips at the same spot, capturing my skin between his teeth. It catches me off guard, and I yelp.Dear goddesses of the universe, if I’ve ever deserved anything decent in this life, please let it be the orgasm about to happen.
“I’ve had enough of ignoring what I want.” He tilts his head to the left, kissing my right inner thigh. My breath catches. “Pretending like I hate you, when all I really hate is how I can’t have you.”
I’m so fucking turned on that my pussy is tingling in anticipation. His words spark every inch of me. They must knock me under some kind of spell, because I can’t speak. I’ve lost the ability to form words. I can only watch. And feel.
“Tell me to stop, G.”
Kiss. Nip. Lick.
“I dare you to tell me to stop.”
I move my head from right to left. The universal signal for “no,” but it must not comply because he is still looking at me, waiting for an answer. So I take a breath and gather what’s left of my wits. No miscommunication on what I expect from this man.
“You had better know how to eat pussy, Henry, because if you’re all talk and no show, then I’ll die of disappointment.” I give him the most alluring smile that I can muster, and he licks his lips. I’ve amused him with the challenge. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”