by Leick, Hera
She meets my gaze. "I thought that would shut you up."
"I meant what I said before." I push my body further against hers and she groans in surprise when her back hits the glass. "I’ve tasted you now," I remind her in a low, guttural voice, grasping her wrists and holding them above her head with my hand. Grinding my hips into hers, I slide my other hand round her neck. "And I don't plan on stopping."
Lowering my mouth to hers, I part her lips, seeking entrance in the same way she had before. Our tongues meet again, thrashing round one another. It’s a dangerous dance of power; both wanting to be the one in charge, but it’s already clear that she’s lost.
She surrenders.
Her body withers between the glass and my body, her hips grinding against me, gasping against my mouth when she feels my hardening cock between her legs. My free hand tugs at the strap of her dress, my lips continuing to move against hers, and I’m frustrated at how easy she’d made it look earlier when she had stripped. I give up, dropping my hand to her waist, and try to tug the fabric upward again.
"James," she pants into my mouth, doing her best to pull away from my lips. But I won’t let her.
When she finally breaks free and is gasping for air, I nuzzle my face against her neck, attempting to push her hair back without using my hands. I let out a growl, wanting to touch her all at once, and hating that it isn’t possible.
I give up on what little progress I’ve made at hiking her dress up and use my hand to shove her hair away. She moans softly, her head falling against me when my tongue finds her neck. Lapping gently at the base of her neck, I begin a slow and painful assault, tracing a trail to just below her ear.
I grind into her, making sure she feels just how badly I want her. Her hips return my thrusts, her voice hitching as she moans, her head falling back against the window. My tongue snakes round the lobe, my teeth tugging it into my mouth. "Adelaide. . . "
"Oh God, do it," she whimpers, my teeth nipping at her earlobe as her hips buck against me. "Please."
"There's no need to beg, love." My lips brush across her ear and cheek. "I'm going to make sure you get what you deserve." I finally take her mouth in mine and move so that her hands are linked in both of mine, continuing to hold them above her head. My tongue swirls round hers, my teeth raking over her lips, over and over, until she’s crying into my mouth. Every whimper and moan coming from those plush lips nearly sends me over the edge.
I lower her hands, an inch at a time, keeping them firmly pressed against the window. Only when they’re at her sides, I release them, my hands clutching her hips.
"Take your dress off," I command, breaking our searing kiss and pressing my forehead against hers. "Take it off like you did before."
There’s no doubt in my mind she’ll be willing to comply. Keeping my hands on her hips, I step back, watching as she raises her hands to the strap of her dress. She keeps her stormy eyes on me and with the flick of a finger, the flimsy silk fabric falls away, and I release my hold on her long enough for the dress to fall to the floor.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted to take a woman so badly, yet want to hold out and make it last. And it’s especially difficult when she’s ready to be taken, her body and eyes begging for it.
"James," she murmurs pleadingly, placing her hands on me as her head falls back against the window.
I imagine for a second how easy it will be to drop my trousers and briefs to my knees, shove her underwear aside, and pound into her. Over and over again. Harder with each thrust.
"So goddamn beautiful." My thumbs trace the lacy band of her knickers, and I pull a hand from beneath hers, lifting it to her breast. I trace the swell with a single fingertip, then pinch at the cherry through the fabric. She moans, her eyes fluttering with surprise, and she tightens her grip on my wrist to steady herself. I pay the same attention to the other; continuing the torture of slow, light strokes for several turns.
Only when she whimpers pleadingly, desperate for me to touch her bare skin, do I give my next command. I trace the curve of the fabric one last time. "Take it off."
She nods, eyes still on me, begging for a release. Her lips curve into a smile as she rakes her hands up her sides, taking her time at teasing me. I lick my lips, my mouth eager to do the things I’ve been fantasising about ever since she devoured that chocolate brownie. Arching her back, she slides her hands round her back, unsnapping the bra, and letting it fall to the floor the same way she had her dress. She draws her hands back round her modestly, but I pull them away.
"Don’t. . ." I drink in the sight of her perfect tits. "I want all of you."
I step forward, taking my mouth in hers again, both my hands rushing over her tits. She grabs my hips, tugging me forward by my belt loops, breaking the kiss only to catch her breath. Resting her head on my shoulder, she moans as my hands mould her soft tits against my palms, her own grasping for my belt buckle. My lips retrace their movements over her neck, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. She moans, pressing herself against my hands as she attempts to free me from my trousers.
Determined to distract her, my hands move to her shoulders, pushing her back against the window. She cries out in frustration, but I hush her with a gentle kiss before slowly making my way down to her boobs. I brush my lips against the valley in between them, and instantly her hands are raking through my hair, silently urging me to touch her.
I give into her need, lapping my way across one of her tits. My tongue whirls round the nipple, pulling it between my teeth before lapping at it gently. Her hips buck and her hold tightens, and I’m sure she’s swearing under her breath.
"James, please," she cries, her head falling forward and resting against me as I move across, lapping up both of her supple tits. I can’t help but grin against her, my tongue continuing to tease her cherry as I tilt my head back to look up at her. Her teeth are sunk into her lower lip, her eyes more hazy than before, and she looks ready to explode at any second.
I find it difficult to imagine what she’ll be like when this is all said and done, but then again, that’s the point—to make it unforgettable.
To ruin her.
She whimpers, roughly raking her hands through my hair, as if trying to get her point across. Releasing her nipple, I nuzzle my face against her tit one last time, then move so my face is just in front of hers.
"Tell me what you want," I whisper hoarsely, my hand cupping her cheek, while my thumb traces over her swollen lips. Her cheeks flush at my request, letting me know her thoughts are anything but pure. "Don't be afraid or nervous, love. Just tell me. Anything. You. Want. Anything goes with me."
"You know what I want. . ." Her eyes close for a second.
I move to tuck her hair behind her ear, placing an almost chaste kiss on her cheek. "Do you want me to touch you?" I brush my lips against her ear.
She nods, squirming against the window. I can see goose bumps forming on her skin; her body growing hotter while the window stays cool. Dropping my hand from her face, my forefinger draws a line down her body, starting at her shoulder and ending just above her belly button.
"Do you want me to touch you. . . there?" My tongue laps at her earlobe and I press my hand against her lower abdomen. She nods, her head falling limply toward me. "I can't hear you, Adelaide. Louder."
"Yes," she hisses, one of her hands moving to my wrist, a failed attempt to guide my hand where she wants it to go.
I’m the one who is in control.
I raise my head to look at her, taking her hand in my own. "No. Show me." I look down at her hand, feeling the tension run through it as soon as the words leave my lips. "Show me, love. Show me what you want, what you like." She seems to drink in each of my requests, and then swallows hard. Pulling her hand from beneath mine, she links her fingers over it.
"I want you to touch me," she whispers, her request aching with need. She inches my hand beneath the lining of the scrap of lace that barely covers her. I bite my lip, watc
hing our hands as she moves them slowly toward her pussy. She barely moves, spreading her legs just enough to slide our hands inside. "Touch me here." She unlinks her hand from mine and presses my fingertips against her slit.
She is so goddamn wet that my cock grows rock-solid and feels ready to blow. She shifts her hips, pushing them against my hand, while her hand moves me against her. My hand curls against her pussy as I surpass the point of self-restraint. I’m surprised when she doesn’t pull her hand away, instead wrapping her fingers round my wrist when I slip a single finger inside. Her hips buck immediately, a loud gasp bursting from her lips, and I slide an arm round her waist to keep her balanced.
"Like that?" I ask, sliding a second finger in, causing another cry to come from her lips. She nods, my fingers pumping steadily, but roughly inside her.
"Oh God," she groans, her free hand gripping my arm tightly, her hips bearing down on my hand with every thrust. I drop my head to her tits, my tongue lapping leisurely at the tips.
Her hand slides from my arm to my head, pushing it down hard against her tit, while she pumps hurriedly against me. Her moans come louder, closer together, and I know her release is not far off. My teeth nip at her cherry, my tongue soothing it, while I swirl my thumb over her clit. She pants my name, her head smacking back against the window when the tremors start to build.
I move so that my eyes are on hers, eager to see her when she comes. Her eyes flutter as if the sheer pleasure makes it too difficult for her to keep them open. They widen at the last moment, my name coming over and over from her lips, the sparks filling her eyes. She rides the waves for as long as she can, collapsing against me when it’s over. She buries her face in my chest, one hand still on my wrist, the other round my waist.
"Adelaide," I say, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple. "Are you—"
She cuts me off again, her lips moving over mine, her hands fisting my shirt. It’s a replay of earlier, but this is different.
Yeah, this is very different.
She turns me round and shoves me against the window, her nails raking over the front of my shirt. Her head tips back, her eyes narrowing. "You tend to talk too much." Her trembling fingers fuss over the first button, torn between ripping it open and going slow and steady.
"Funny," I reply, gently combing her hair away from her face. "Usually I'm told I don't say enough. . . Must be something you do to me."
She arches an eyebrow, her fingers making their way to the third button. "Tell me," she teases. She stops mid-button and runs her hands up and down my chest. "Just what do I do, James?"
My hands go to her hips, gripping them tightly as I jerk her toward me. She groans as I slide a hand against the small of her back, forcing my way between her legs and grind against her.
"I think you know just what you do." I hold her against me, my other hand moving to tweak her nipple. "Or do I need to remind you again, love?"
"I don't need you to remind me of anything," she hisses playfully, sliding her hand between our bodies, her palm pressing against the bulge in my briefs. “Love.”
I curse under my breath, and this time it’s my head that falls back against the glass. She keeps her hand against me, her other moving to flick the remaining buttons on my shirt. When it’s open, she stands there quietly, drinking in my bare chest with her eyes.
"Take it off," she orders, a devious grin on her lips. She doesn’t give me much space to manoeuvre the shirt off, and she laughs quietly, unable to hold back her amusement when I swear in frustration.
The second the shirt hits the floor, she presses her soft bare skin against me, nuzzling her face against my chest. I swear again when she brushes her lips against my skin, her tongue lapping across it gently, while her hands mould it beneath her palms. She traces circles and lines with her tongue, leaving me swearing non-stop.
Her hands move to my belt buckle, and I’m open and free within seconds. She slips them beneath the band of my trousers and briefs, before she yanks them down to the floor, her long fingernails raking against me. I drink in the sight of her on her knees in front of me.
Christ, she truly is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I will never tire of saying that.
"Step out," she demands, continuing to mimic my commanding tone.
No one else would get away with it, but she is just so damn hot that I’m sure I will do whatever she tells me to do.
She inches her way back up, pressing her soft tits against my hard body, and wraps a hand round my steel-hard erection. I hiss, my body bucking forward, and she lets out another quiet laugh.
"Is this what you like?" she asks, tightening her grip as she begins to pump me in her hand.
"Adelaide," I growl throatily, shifting my eyes to her, and swearing again when she winks. She bites her lip as she rakes her nails over my chest again.
"My turn." I wrap my fingers round her wrist and pull her away from me.
I’ve shown far too much self-restraint tonight, and I’m a hair’s breadth away from breaking point.
"You can play later all you want, love." Grabbing her other hand, I spin her back round toward the window. "But right now, I can only take so much."
She cries out, her bare back coming into contact with the cool glass. I release her hands long enough to shove the lacy scrap of knickers down, making it my turn to command her to step out of something.
On my knees in front of her, I slip the lace from beneath her feet, tossing it aside. I can see in her eyes she’s already desperate for another release. My hand snakes across the floor to my trousers, digging for my wallet, all-the-while my eyes never leaving hers.
I hold her ankles in each of my hands, running my hands slowly up her sides as I move upward. Her body withers beneath my touch as I make my way over the bare curve of her hip, and over her gorgeous tits, coming to a stop when I cup her face. Our tongues meet again, swirling round one another as I press a knee between her legs.
"You’re gonna get it from me," I warn hoarsely, stepping between her legs when she parts instantly.
She reaches for the foil wrapper, tearing it open in her hands, then moves slowly to roll it onto my cock. I groan, pressing my face against her neck as her hands move over me, teasing me one last time.
Resting a hand on her hip, I pull her away, positioning her so that I’m right at her entrance. Hooking an arm beneath one of her knees, I draw her leg round me, so that my tip presses against her wet slit. Moaning loudly, her hands grasp at me, seeking something to hold onto as I push myself inside her.
I plant a hand against the glass to balance us, drawing her leg up higher round me, and plunge even deeper into her pussy. She is so goddamn tight, and I move slowly at first, knowing that one wrong movement will end things before they get started.
"Adelaide," I pant against her neck, my hand tugging at her leg that’s still resting on the floor. "I need you to. . . Yeah, like that." I moan in a ragged breath when she shifts to wrap her legs round me, her arms moving round my neck. "Christ, just like that, babe."
I move to find her lips, taking them in mine, as I slowly thrust against her. She breaks the kiss immediately, a low moan escaping her lips, her head falling to my shoulder.
I shift to hold her at her hips, pressing her against the window, my hips pumping against hers. She rakes her fingernails over my shoulder blades, her mouth moving over my skin, teeth biting and tongue soothing as I move inside her. Each thrust slowly becomes harder than the one that comes before.
Her hands grip my shoulders tightly as her head falls back against the window. She matches me thrust for thrust, her back banging against the window every time I push into her. Harder and harder.
I tremble simply from the way she says my name, and I know that I can’t hold out any longer. Sliding a hand from beneath her, I move between our bodies, my thumb seeking out her clit. When I press against it lightly, her nails dig into my shoulders, and a long, throaty moan comes from her lips.
She is practically screa
ming when I feel my own release come. With one last hard thrust, I bite into her cherry just as I come right behind her. I hold her there, hands gripping her arse, holding her against me. My face presses against her tit, her hands still gripping my shoulders. When my own breathing eases and I’m sure I can move, I shift her in my arms and start across the room. I barely make it to the bed before I collapse, falling on top of her. I roll onto my side, my hand tugging the flimsy sheet away from her body that she’s already pulling over her. She blushes, her hands moving to cover herself.
"Don't." My voice is dominant and commanding, and her hands fall away immediately. I reach for her, placing my palm against her cheek, and stroke her face until her head turns toward me. Her face is still flushed, her breaths heavy, and her eyes still coax me to her. I feel a stirring deep within just from being next to her tight naked body.
I drop my hand to her shoulder, my fingertips swirling circles against her skin as my hand moves. Her sighs are barely audible as she closes her eyes, her body arching beneath my touch.
I trace a slow path down her body; my thumb sweeping over the swell of her breast, my forefinger pressing against the curve of her hip. My fingers drum a light rhythm as they stretch across her lower abdomen. Pressing my palm against her, she whimpers slightly, her hips thrusting against my touch.
"Adelaide," I urge, my hand inching up her opposite side, mimicking my previous movements. She responds with another low audible sigh, her hands fisting the sheet below her body, her lashes fluttering as she tries to look at me.
"I, I don't think I can. . . Not yet." She continues to pant as I lower my hand to her knee, tugging her so that she’s lying on her side. "James. . . please—"
This time I cut her off, placing my lips over hers, suckling gently at her lower lip. "Did anyone ever tell you—you talk too much?" I tease, my tongue making its way into her mouth.
Her hand reaches for my waist, pulling me against her, and she gasps into my mouth when she feels me harden against her thigh.
"James," she murmurs, still breathless, her head falling back so she can look at me. "I’m just. . . Oh God. . . "