“Beautiful,” I murmur and thumb both her nipples.
She sighs softly.
“Do you like your nipples sucked? Or pinched?”
“All of the above,” she says.
“Oh, baby. We’re going to get along just fine.” I twist her nipples just hard enough to make her groan. “You like that?”
She closes her eyes. “Mm-hmm.”
“Say yes, Skye. Always say yes. I need to hear the word.”
“Yes. I like that, Braden.”
My cock jerks at the caress of my name on her lips—those gorgeous lips and that hypnotic voice. I want to hear it again and again, like a soft symphony playing in the background of my mind.
“Your voice is sexy. I love the way you say my name. Say it again.”
“Braden.”
“Again.”
“Braden.”
I close my eyes and imagine what’s to come. Then I open them and meet her gaze.
“Now, tell me what we’re going to do here tonight.”
“You’re going to fuck me, Braden.”
“Yes, I’m going to fuck you.”
She’s standing in front of me, her sandals and jeans still on, her breasts exposed, her nipples hard and ready.
“You say you like your nipples pinched.”
“Yes,” she says on a soft sigh.
“What else do you like?”
“Whatever you want to do to me.”
The words seem to fall off her tongue with no thought or effort.
Just as I hoped.
“Take off the rest of your clothes, Skye.”
“Are you going to take yours off?”
“Does it matter?”
She opens her mouth to respond, but I stop her with a gesture.
“Undress.”
She swallows, kicks off her sandals, and then unsnaps and unzips her jeans. She slowly lowers them over her hips and peels them off her legs until she’s standing only in her panties.
Her body is long and lean, her tummy a delicious curve. I resist the urge to gawk at her like an adolescent, but man, she makes me feel like I’m untried.
It’s uncomfortable.
And extremely erotic.
“Keep going,” I say.
She wiggles out of the panties and kicks them a few feet away, next to my tie. Her mound is stubbled with a few days’ growth of dark hair, and her pink pussy peeks out at the apex of the triangle. I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Very nice.” I inhale, breathing in her musky scent. The sweetest perfume. “I can smell you. You’re ripe. Wet. Aren’t you?”
She bites her lower lip. “Mm-hmm.”
“What did I tell you?” I say sternly. “About using the word?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m wet.”
“Who are you wet for, Skye?”
She clears her throat. “For you. I’m wet for you, Braden.”
I grab her then and crush our mouths together. Her tongue wanders out to meet mine in another raw kiss. I slide my lips against hers as I plunder her mouth.
I trail one hand over her shoulder to her chest, cupping a breast and pinching a nipple. She inhales sharply, breaking our kiss just slightly. Then I travel downward with my hand, over her belly, and touch her clit gently.
“Oh!”
I swirl the tip of my finger over her clit again, and then I tweak it. Hard. She groans, and I move lower to slide my fingers through her folds.
Slick, wet, and silky. God, paradise.
I can’t fucking wait.
This time, I break the kiss. “So wet,” I growl in her ear. “I’m going to drive my cock into you, Skye. I’m going to drive so far into you that you’ll be sore tomorrow. Every time you move, you’ll think of me inside you, taking you, fucking you. You’ll know I was here.”
Chapter Nine
I slide a finger deeper into her heat.
She inhales sharply.
Heaven. Pure heaven. She’s going to be perfect around my cock. “God, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
For the moment, though, my finger is at home like it’s never been before. I slide it in farther, probing the anterior of her wall, searching for her G-spot. It’s different in every woman, and when she sighs softly, I know I’ve found it. I massage it lightly. Just a touch. No need to send her over the edge yet. Despite my aching dick, I’ve learned not to rush these things. A ripe woman, like a fine wine, is best savored.
I continue to finger fuck her, adding another while working her clit with my thumb. Her legs wobble, but I steady her, keeping her in the perfect position for the things I’m doing to her.
“Feel good, baby?”
“God, yes,” she sighs. “So good.”
I nip her earlobe with my teeth. “By the end of this night,” I whisper, “I promise this will be the least of what you remember.”
Words I take to heart.
Already, she’s so responsive to every touch, every feather of my fingers inside her. I’m so fucking hard, but first…
I push her down on the bed, move to spread her legs, kneel down, and close my eyes.
“I need to taste you.”
I slide my tongue over her clit, finally sampling her juices that have consumed me since I first inhaled after our kiss at the door. That intoxicating mixture of tangy and sweet, with an extra zest that is Skye’s alone—like a hard peach cider. So delicious.
I lap at her, licking the wetness from her inner thighs and then shoving my tongue into her heat.
“God, you taste good,” I say against her thigh.
She raises her head and looks at me between her legs. “Are you ever going to undress?”
“In time,” I say. “But if you ask again, I won’t.”
No time like the present to let her know who’s in charge here.
I am.
No one else.
And a quick, hard fuck will prove it better than any words can. I’ll savor her later.
With a brisk move, I flip her over so she’s lying facedown, her legs hanging off the bed. I pin her in position. “Don’t you dare move.”
I fumble with my belt, my zipper. Then I remember… A condom. A fucking condom. God, how I wish I could experience her unsheathed, cock to pussy with no barrier.