“You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because it’s the truth. Now tell me again that you want this,” he says, his gaze locked on mine.
Consumed with need, I say, “I want this, Rider.”
He nods slowly and steps up to me. His hand moves to my face. “You’re safe with me, you know that, right?” I nod.
“I know,” I says.
“It’s hard for you to give yourself over. I understand that, and I damn well plan to treasure every inch of you. I don’t take the responsibility lightly.”
My chest flares with need. The sweet way he’s talking to me, the gentleness in his touch seeps through me, and pushes back my apprehension.
“Tonight, just feel, don’t think.” He murmurs the soft command into my ear, and taking control, he slides his hands down my arms, leaving goosebumps on my flesh. “I’m going to strip you naked so I can put my mouth and hands all over you. I’m going to make you feel so good, babe. You want that, right?”
“Yes,” I hiss and his soft chuckle reverberates through me.
“When I’m touching you, I want you to concentrate on the sensations, and nothing else.” He peels my shirt over my head and tosses it away. His nostrils flare and he bites down on his bottom lip again as my nipples poke hard against my lacy bra.
“Please…” I say, and shock myself. I’ve never begged for anything before, but this man brings out a different side of me, an adventurous side I never knew existed.
“I was wrong you know,” he says, as he cups my aching breasts.
A shudder goes through me. Wrong? Has he changed his mind? “What?” I ask.
“I said you were average.” One hand slides behind my back and with an expertise I’m not going to examine—not going to care about—he unhooks my bra. “There is nothing average about you.” My bra falls and he bends to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He draws it in deep and sucks hard. “You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbles around a mouthful of nipple.
“My God,” I murmur, the sweet sensations going all the way to my core. I wrap my hands around his head, and rake my hands through his hair and hold him to me, never wanting him to stop, until he slides a hand down my body and unhooks my jeans.
Ooh.
The hiss of my zipper curls around me, and I reach for the back of his shirt, tug on it, never in my life so desperate to see a man naked. He chuckles at my urgency, momentarily pulls from my nipple, and in a move that has male written all over it, reaches over his shoulder and tugs his shirt off.
“Oh my,” I say, my gaze tripping over all the hard grooves and valleys that define his body. I reach out, explore him with my fingertips, and he quivers under my touch. My gaze flies to his, and when I see the raw hunger in his eyes, it fills me with a strange kind of bravado. I don’t want to be a passenger on this ride, I don’t want to be afraid anymore. No, I want to touch him, explore his entire body, shamelessly take what I want.
“I love your body,” I say and press my mouth to his chest. His soft curses reach my ears and I slide my hands around him and cup his ass. I pull him to me, loving the feel of his hard erection against my stomach. “Although I was looking forward to seeing that third nipple.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” he grumbles, his voice hoarse, his body quivering as I slide my tongue around his pale nipple.
“No
thing about you can disappoint, Rider,” I say honestly, my mouth all over him, tasting the salty tang of his skin. I never quite enjoyed giving oral sex before, but dammit if I can’t wait to get him into my mouth.
He grips my hair and tugs, but I refuse to move. I want my mouth everywhere. I sink lower, until I’m on my knees, and pop the button on his pants. I release the zipper, and shove his jeans and shorts out of my way. His cock pops out, catching me on the cheek, and my chuckle turns into a moan when I see pre-cum pooling on the tip of his crown. I lean forward, flatten my tongue and give a long, slow lick. I draw my tongue back into my mouth and savor the flavor.
“Mmm,” I whisper.
“Jules, you’re killing me.” I love that I can turn this hot alpha hockey player into a mess of want and need. He bends, puts his hands under my arms and lifts me. His hands go to my jeans, and he sinks to the floor as he drags them with him.
“You have to know one thing about me,” he says, but it’s so hard to focus as his hot breath feathers over my flesh.
“What?” I manage to get out as he taps my legs. I lift one at a time so he can remove my clothes, and then widen for him, offering my naked body to him in a bold move I never would have done before. I might be wide open and exposed, but I don’t have time to feel self-conscious, not when all I can think about is getting my hands on him, his on me. All thoughts leave my brain as he slides his palm between my legs, going under and higher until he reaches my sex. Deft fingers part my nether lips and I gasp as he spreads me wide. It’s a gasp of excitement, not fear.
“In my world, ladies always come first,” he states in a voice that strokes my flesh and turns my world inside out.
I try to speak, to say something, but his tongue is on me, circling my clit, and making me delirious with need. Every nerve in my body comes alive, hyperaware of the increasing pleasure.