I follow his stare to the bunched up material around my waist. ‘Thank you. ’
‘It’s a bit restrictive. ’ He tugs at a piece of material.
‘It is. ’ I agree. The anticipation is killing me. Rip off the dress!
‘Shall we remove it?’ He cocks a brow at me, the corners of his mouth twitching.
I smile. ‘If you like,’
‘Or maybe, we leave it on?’ He breaks into a full on smile as he holds his hands up.
I melt all over the vanity unit.
He slides his hands around my back. ‘But then again, I have firsthand knowledge of what’s under this lovely dress,’ He reaches up, grasping the zipper, breathing into my ear as he does. ‘And it’s far superior to the dress. ’ he whispers, pulling it down slowly, teasingly. I’m panting hard and desperate. ‘I think we’ll get rid of it. ’ He lifts me off of the counter, placing me on my feet before pulling my dress away from my body and letting it drop to the floor. He kicks it to the side without taking his eyes off of me.
I frown at him. ‘I like that dress. ’ I couldn’t give a toss about the dress. He could have ripped it off and cleaned the windows with it, for all I care.
‘I’ll buy you a new one. ’ He shrugs as he places me back on the counter, resuming position between my thighs. He presses his body up against me and grabs my bum, pulling me in towards him so we’re locked
tight together. He grinds his hips while staring at me.
The throb at my core is bordering on painful, and I’m at serious risk of falling apart if he continues with that alone. I want to tell him to hurry up; I’m struggling to control myself here.
Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps down my arms and flinging it behind him. I lean back on my hands, exposing my breasts to him.
Looking into my eyes, he lifts his hand and places it, palm down, under my throat. ‘I can feel your heart hammering. ’ he says quietly. ‘You’re so affected by me. ’
I’m not going to challenge him on that statement. He’s right, and I’m not even bothering to try and fight it anymore.
He glides his palm down between my breasts until it rests on my stomach, as he looks at me – all smoldering and delicious.
‘You’re too fucking beautiful, lady’ he grinds firmly. ‘I think I’ll keep you. ’
I arch my back, thrusting my chest forward, and he smiles before lowering his mouth and taking my nipple deep, sucking hard. When he brings his hand up to massage my other breast, I moan, letting my head fall back against the mirror. Oh, good God. The man is a genius. His arousal is as hard as lead, pressing between my thighs, causing me to roll my hips to ease the throb on a long, drawn out moan. I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to soak up the pleasure because it’s so good, but the need to have him is getting the better of me, the pressure in my groin near exploding point. As if reading my mind, he skates his hand up the inside of my thigh, finding the edge of my knickers. One finger breaches the barrier, lightly brushing the tip of my clit.
‘Shit!’ I cry, throwing myself up to grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his strained muscles.
‘Language, lady. ’ he tusks, then slams his lips against mine, plunging two fingers into me.
My muscles grab onto him as he works them in and out. I might, literally, die of pleasure. I feel the fast buildup of an impending orgasm, and I know it’s going to blow me apart. Holding onto his shoulders for dear life, I moan into his mouth as he continues his assault on me.
Oh, here it is.
‘Come. ’ he commands, applying more pressure to the top of my clit.
I fall apart in an explosion of stars, releasing his mouth and tossing my head back in a complete frenzy. I cry out. He grabs my head, yanking it forward to tackle my mouth, catching the tail end of my cries. I’m in pieces. I’m panting, shaking and boneless as I disintegrate all over him, completely inhibited and unashamed of what he does to me. I’m delirious with pleasure.
His kiss softens and his thrusts slow, easing me gradually down as he scatters tender kisses all over my damp, warm face. Too good, just too, too good.
I feel him brush a stray tendril of hair from my face and I open my eyes, meeting a sludgy green, satisfied stare. He plants a soft kiss on my lips. I sigh. I feel like a life’s time of pent up pressure has been extinguished, just like that. I’m relaxed and sated.
‘Better?’ he asks, sliding his fingers out of me.
‘Hmmm. ’ I hum. I have no energy for speech.
His fingers drag across my bottom lip and he leans into me, watching me closely as he runs his tongue across my mouth, licking the remnants of my orgasm away. His eyes burn straight through me as we gaze at each other in silence. My hands, instinctively, reach up to cup his face, smoothing down his freshly shaven face. This man is beautiful, intense and passionate. And he could break my heart.
He smiles lightly, turning his face to kiss my palm before returning his eyes to mine. Oh Lord, I’m in trouble.