No one guarded Paige while she slept. That job is mine now.
Reaching out, I take her hand, encouraging her out Finn’s bedroom door. She follows me, leaving the door cracked open. “It’s my turn to put you to bed,” I whisper, not caring at all that it’s barely eight at night.
“You going to give me a bottle and change my diaper?” she teases.
“I was thinking more a glass of wine and . . .” I pin her to the wall with my hips. “Trust me, you’ll need your panties changed when I’m through with you.”
The way she’s grinding into me, I’d bet her panties are already soaked. Locking eyes with her, I know this isn’t it. She hasn’t said a word. Her body is giving all the right signals, but the message in her eyes is very clear. Tonight is not the night.
My job as the man is not to try to convince her. My job is to respect her decision. I know how my dad treated my mom, and I know how he treated the other women. I want what he and my mom had. “What do you want?” she asks.
She’s been taught it’s a man’s world. What the man wants, he gets, especially in the bedroom. It’s past time for her to learn how a real man treats a woman. So this is her first lesson. “I want to kiss every inch of you,” I whisper, leaning into her neck. “Would you like that?” She gives me a moan. “Say it,” I say, my voice making it sound more like an order than I’d like.
“Kiss me,” she says, her breath ragged.
I take a step back from her, my hands on the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, I lift it, the smooth skin of her flat stomach coming into view. Getting on my knees, I plant a light kiss over her belly button. She lifts the shirt over her head, finishing the job for me, her perfect, full tits before me. She gives me a coy smile at her lack of bra. Suddenly, I can’t wait to find out if she’s without panties as well, slipping my hands under the waistband of her shorts and yanking them down.
She stands naked before me.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” I say, falling back on my heels and looking up at her. She’s absolutely perfect. Her body blushes a soft pink. “Turn around.”
“Slade!” she says, using my name as her protest.
Women are funny creatures. I’m about to eat her pussy, but letting me see her naked ass is an issue. “Turn,” I say with a grin, motioning with my finger.
Slowly, she starts to turn, taking the opportunity to step all the way out of her shorts as she does. I grab her hips, holding her still, and gently bite the milky skin of her tight little ass.
“Ooh,” she gasps, looking back over her shoulder at me.
Lightly, I give her booty a little smack. She jumps a little, turning all the way back around. I get to my feet, capturing her in my arms. She steps away from me, and for a second, I think she’s about to slap me. Instead, she reaches for the bottom of my shirt, saying, “You need to catch up.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Helping her, I remove my shirt, then toss it aside and pick her up. She laughs, wrapping her legs around me. Her tits press against my chest, and my dick throbs. As I take her down to the bed, she reaches for my cheek. “Only what you need,” I whisper, reminding myself that I need to let her be in charge. “Only what you want.”
Smiling, she says, “A get-to-know-you session.”
“Exactly,” I say, kissing her neck. “I’m going to find every spot that makes you tremble.”
Her body quivers underneath my tongue. I know she wants me to hurry, but I’m going to take my time. Her body is uncharted territory that needs to be claimed. Using one hand, I pin her wrists over her head, kissing along her collarbone. Her back arches up slightly, her nipples hard and begging for me. Looking down at her naked and writhing beneath me, I know just how lucky I am.
Releasing her wrists, I lower my head to suck on her tits, gently pulling her nipple between my teeth.
“Oh!” she groans long and deep.
My planned trip farther south is temporarily halted by her moan. I certainly don’t mind hanging out here for a while. Using my tongue, I circle her nipple, softly at first, working her over—kissing, biting, sucking her until she’s grabbing the bedsheets, begging me to finish her.
She reaches for my hand, pushing it lower. It’s not like I don’t know what she wants, but I’m greedy. I pin her wrists to the bed again. “Slade,” she begs, my name the only weapon she needs.
I’ll give her whatever she wants.
With a growl, I give her clit one little slap, sending her flying over the edge. Her back arches, her legs kick out, and she’s biting her lip so hard to keep from making a sound that I fear she’ll draw blood.
Smoothing her hair, I lightly kiss her lips. Her eyes flutter open. “I didn’t wake Finn that time.”
“I want to hear you,” I say. “We’re going to have to find someone to watch Finn for a night or two.”
She places her finger over my lips. “Now, I want to hear you.”
Grinning, I say, “But it’s still your turn.”
She laughs, rolling over and playfully pinning me to the bed. It doesn’t take much for me to break free, taking hold of her hips. Flat on my back, I look up at her, naked, straddling me. Her brown hair cascades down over her tits as her eyes roam down my body, her hands outlining the muscles of my chest and arms.
Sliding down my body, she slips her finger under the waistband of my pants. My body tightens at the slight touch and the promise of more. I reach for the zipper of my pants, but she beats me to it, tugging at my pants leg. I can’t help but smile. There really is no sexy way to remove a man’s pants while he’s lying down, but Paige looks adorable trying.
Unfortunately, unlike Paige, I do have on underwear. The hint of a smile on her lips lets me know she’s thinking the same thing. Sitting up, I take her in my arms, pulling her onto my lap so her legs are wrapped around me. I can feel her warmth calling me, begging me, and my resolve weakens. “Are you on the pill?”
She shifts slightly and doesn’t answer, slipping her hand over my bulge. She’s not even touching my skin, the fabric of my underwear between us, but my toes curl just the same. Lowering her lips to my neck, she whispers, “Just getting to know you, remember?”
Fuck. I knew that. She’s not ready. Hand jobs, blow jobs, dry humping—all great. But there is something about being buried balls deep in a woman that can’t be explained. Maybe it’s primitive, wanting to spread our seed or something. Maybe it has to do with our desire to be in charge and take control. Whatever the reason, I want to know what it will be like to slip my dick inside her, watch her eyes close, her mouth drop open, and hear her come as I pound into her. It’s not even about my own orgasm. It’s about hers.
If I can’t bury my dick in her, my tongue will have to do. Taking her to her back, I give her one long, slow lick. “Oh God,” she moans.
“Shh,” I say, blowing a little air between her legs, knowing that will only make her more crazy. Her hands fly to my hair. Hoisting her thighs onto my shoulders, I settle in, not wanting to ever leave this spot. “You taste incredible.”
Lots of guys use oral sex as a warm-up. They don’t actually make their women come this way. Whether that’s lack of talent or sheer laziness, they don’t know what they’re missing. I plan on making Paige come like this every day of my fucking life.