“You’re going to want to hold on,” he says pulling my thoughts back as he gestures to the slats. “This might get a little rough.” His mouth closes over mine, and I taste the champagne on his tongue as I grip the headboard. I move beneath him, writhe like a needy woman, letting him know exactly how he’s making me feel.
“That’s it, Katee Kat, moan fo
r me, show me how much you like it.”
He angles his head, pressing his lips harder against mine. My God, the man is a good kisser. I grip the slats as he devours me, his tongue sliding over my lips and tasting my mouth with heated eagerness.
“This mouth,” he says, putting his finger inside it. “I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.” I make a move to sit up, give him what he wants, but he stops me. “No, no, Katee Kat. It’s not like that,” he murmurs his breath hot on my skin. “It should never be like that.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“It’s ladies first, sweetheart. I don’t ever want you with an asshole who doesn’t understand that, okay?”
I swallow. Hard. “I’ve never been with a guy like that.”
“That’s because you’ve never been with the right guy.”
Is Luke the right guy?
Oh, shit what am I saying. Of course he’s the right guy. He’s just not my guy.
He mouth closes over mine again, and his lips linger for a second. The next thing I know he’s pressing open mouth kisses to my neck, and my pulse jumps beneath his lips.
“I want to touch you,” I murmur.
“Soon,” he says. “Soon you’re going to be on your knees, and I’m going to feed you my cock, but right now, it’s my turn. I want to touch and kiss every damn inch of you.”
Soft mewling sounds escape my throat, because yeah, I want that too. He goes lower, and his hard cock presses against my leg. His hot mouth closes around one nipple as his hand goes to the other. “These nipples,” he whispers against my skin. He pinches one and I yelp. “Look how needy they are for my mouth.” I lift my head as he brushes the soft blade of his tongue over my turgid nipple, and it swells even more beneath his ministrations. “Perfect size, perfect taste,” he says and drags one between his teeth. He rolls it around, until pleasure and pain merge, but goddammit, I like it. I like it a lot. Luke needs to know that. I need to tell him.
“Harder,” I say, and he pauses for a second. “Luke, please.” He clamps down again, and I cry out, pleasure zinging through my body. He licks my nub, a soft caress, and then his mouth goes to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. Honest to God, who knew I’d like a little pain in the bedroom?
He moves down my body, until his mouth is inches from my quivering sex. He kisses my stomach, lingers on my belly button. By now I’m panting, my mouth so damn dry it’s hard to swallow.
“You okay?” he asks, when I choke a bit.
“Throat is dry,” I murmur. “I’m going to need your cum.”
“Jesus, fuck, Katee. You say shit like that to me and I’m going to come before I ever get inside you.”
He grabs the champagne glass, and I lift my head as he gives me a small drink. Instead of placing it back on the nightstand, he dips his finger in and rolls it over my nipples. The tiny bubbles burst on my body, and I nearly freaking orgasm when he bends and licks me clean. He pours a bit of the bubby on my stomach and it pools in my belly button.
“Body shots,” he murmurs and drinks from my body. He dips his finger in again, and brushes the champagne over my clit, and I nearly levitate off the bed.
“Yes…” I cry out.
“So fucking responsive,” he says and finishes the champagne in the glass. He sets it aside, roughly grips my thighs and spreads me more. “This hot little cunt,” he says, and strokes my clit. “So wet and tight, I’m afraid once I get my cock in here, I might just destroy you.”
I whimper. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
At least I think I can. I’ve never been with a guy his size before, a guy who looks like he’s going to eat me alive. Dammit, I can’t wait.
“Yeah, but I’m going to fill you with all my cum, and the porn star blow job will have to wait.”
I groan but it turns into a moan when he licks me from bottom to top. “You want my cum in here?” he asks, and inserts a thick finger. I toss my head to the side, and moan. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
His mouth closes over my sex, and he eats me, devours me, his finger working miracles inside me. I move my hips, show him what he’s doing to me. “You like me fucking you with my finger?”
“Luke…”