“What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been wanting to do all day.” He didn’t offer any further explanation, pushing the hem of my dress up until it was resting at the very top of my thighs.
A low growling sound came from him as his eyes raked along the skin he’d exposed, his hands following their path. Goosebumps pebbled on my skin as he trailed his fingers over it, his touch light before his gaze reached the apex of my thighs.
“Keep your legs spread for me, baby.” He groaned as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and managed to free them without me even having to lift my behind.
I nodded when he looked up at me after issuing his command. “Fine, but you’re next.”
He smirked, but his eyes gave away how turned on he was. Embers burned in the emerald depths as his fingers sought out my heat. I dropped my head back against the couch when he pushed the first thick digit into me.
The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing, and I heard his breath hitch when he felt me. “God, Luna. I love how wet you get for me. It drives me crazy.”
“You drive me crazy,” I managed to bite out as I writhed under his hand. His movements were too slow, the palm of his hand curling up to brush against my sensitive nub on every stroke but never quite touching it properly. “Please, Cyrus. Just…”
“What?” His fingers continued their slow assault, his head tilting to the side. “Move faster? Didn’t I say earlier that we were going to have fun for as many hours as we did wedding planning today?”
An almost feral cry escaped me when he hooked his fingers deep inside me, but then he stopped and looked up at me.
“What, then?” I asked. “Are you going to make me wait ten hours?”
For one torturous minute, I thought he was going to say yes. Then his fingers bent again and he shook his head. “No, but you get the point. Next time you tell me I have to wait a couple more hours, I might say the same thing to you later.”
“You wouldn’t.” I gasped when he finally picked up some speed, my head dropping back again and my chest rising and falling as my breaths became pants. “Cyrus. Please.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” His gaze was smoldering when it met mine, but then he finally touched me in all the right places, and I splintered around his fingers. My hips jerked up and loud moans spilled from my lips as I came undone.
When I started coming back to earth, he was watching me with a hunger and an edge of desperation in his eyes. Seeing that look on him sent sparks of arousal going off like fireworks through my body once again.
“I want you,” I whispered as I reached for his head and wound my fingers into the strands of his soft hair. Bending over to bring my mouth to his, I kissed him passionately as I reached down to unbutton his shirt.
He let me, but before I could push it off his shoulders, he pulled back from me and tutted. “Oh, no you don’t. I wasn’t done yet.”
With one arm reaching up to press gently against my chest, the other pushed my legs apart again, and this time, his mouth joined his fingers in sending me hurtling to the stars above. I was so sensitive that it didn’t take long before my next orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling all over again.
Before I could come to completely, I felt him looping one arm around my back and the other underneath my knees, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. Again.
He carried me down a dark hallway and used his shoulder to nudge open a half-closed door at the end of it. I couldn’t make out much of what I assumed was his room, only that it was large and sparsely decorated just like the rest of the house seemed to be.
My attention was riveted on the bed, though. A massive thing with a broad, high headboard towering behind it. It looked plush and soft, the ambient light from the city and moon shining in from outside making spots of it look shiny.
That was about all I had time to absorb before I was deposited onto the mattress with far more care than I’d have expected from a man like Cyrus. Once he’d set me down, he looked at me from where he stood at the edge of the bed and slowly started working on his clothes.
When he finally stepped out of his black boxer briefs, his last remaining item of clothing, he licked his lips and wrapped his fist around his long hard shaft. In the low light, I could make out the shimmery wetness on his tip and a shiver raced down my spine. I did that to him.
Or rather, what he’d done to me had. Whatever the technicalities, I had been involved and I loved seeing the evidence of how much he wanted me.
Feeling bold and wanton, I sat up and whipped my dress over my head, throwing it into the depths of the darkness beyond his bed. In only my bra, I sat up on my knees and beckoned him over.
Cyrus muttered a string of curses but came to me as if I had him tied to the other end of a string I was holding. He walked over to me and got on his knees, the mattress dipping and moving as he did.
I had plans for what I wanted to do to him now, but his big hands cupped my face as soon as he was near enough, and he pulled me in for a deep kiss as he pressed his hard body to mine. We made out just like that, both on our knees on his bed as we devoured each other and touched wherever we could before he finally lay down on his back and brought me with him.
“Ride me, baby. I want to watch you come all over my cock as many times as you can.” His voice was so rough that the need in it was almost palpable.
Moaning as I tugged my lip between my teeth, my head fell back and I wasn’t even on him yet.
“Yeah,” Cyrus grunted. “Just like that, only I want you to do it on top of me.”
“Smartass,” I mumbled, but I couldn’t really muster any heat behind the words. I was too far gone to care about his smart mouth, except of course for whatever dirty things were going to spill from his lips next. “Condom?”
“Nightstand.”
Surprisingly, the box I found was still closed. I didn’t want to think about it right now, though, so I just tore it open as fast as I could, extracted one of the ragged-edged packages, and bit it open before rolling the latex down his length.
As I sank down on him, my hands found my breasts and I pinched my nipples as I heard him moaning beneath me. His muscles were tense and his jaw was clenched so tightly, I’d have thought he was filled with red-hot rage if I hadn’t known it was red-hot lust instead.
Encouraged by his expression and the feel of him stretching me out and filling me up in the best way, my hips started moving and didn’t stop until I was falling apart around him just like he’d told me to.
“Fuck, Luna. Baby. Yes. Fuck.” Cyrus gripped my thighs in a vise, his voice strained before I felt him pulse deep inside me. His entire body shook and his eyes screwed shut as his neck arched.
Sexiest view ever.
I collapsed on top of him when my muscles relaxed, staying like that until he finally rolled us over.
He kissed my forehead, then hovered above me. “I’m just going to go get cleaned up. Be back in a minute.”
After taking care of the condom, he came back to bed and arranged us so I was lying against his side.
“I didn’t get to see much of it, but your house looks awesome,” I said when my breathing finally returned to normal and my heart no longer felt like it was flying out of my chest. “Want to give me a tour?”