“I need help.”
I was going to be good. So fucking good. But now she stands there asking me to undress her. To see what, if anything, covers that glorious body under her gown.
I set down my glass. Grateful for the heat of the scotch warming my body. Although she must be freezing from the goosebumps lifting on her smooth skin, sparkling from the glitter sprinkled across every delicate inch. “Where?”
Unable to hide the desire pulsing in my tone, I smooth my palms over her shoulders and down her arms. Reassuring her I won’t attack regardless of how much I want to.
“The corset in the back…” An enormous stuttered breath breaks her whisper as she shivers under my caresses. “…needs to be unlaced.”
Jesus. I slowly tug the ribbons apart. Baring more and more of her smooth, pink skin to me until the silk slides down. Her plump tits sit high and erect. A tiny white thong teases between her luscious ass cheeks with fuck me garters encircling her toned thighs.
Her slight body trembles against me. “Are you afraid?”
“Terrified.”
God damn it. “That I’ll fuck you?”
“That you won’t.”
I’m a bastard, and she might as well know the truth now. I kiss her neck to cushion my assault and glide my hands around to tug at her throbbing nipples. So hot and hard and happy between my fingers.
She cries out. Not in admonishment. But in pleasure. Fucking pure pleasure followed by my name. Oh doll, this is just the beginning. “I want you to be my queen.”
Her body arches, following my strokes in sharp contrast to her head shaking. “I’m no queen.”
I’m not even a little bit drunk, but I’m a whole hell of a lot fucking crazy with her arousal coating my hand as I glide between her legs. Unable to comprehend what she says. Hell really comprehend anything at all except for her pulsing clit beckoning me to fuck her. “Too late, you already are.”
“Yours?”
I growl against her throat from her strangled tone and slide my finger into her dripping pussy. “Yes mine, and you always will be.”
When she nods, I fucking lose any other thoughts I had except for the single, solitary mission to be inside her. I scoop her up, the irony not lost on me that I’m carrying her bridal style to my bed. Although she doesn’t give me any time to contemplate her possible indecision when her mouth finds mine, kissing me with a desperation I feel to my balls while I maneuver down the hallway to my room.
Another first for me, I lay her on the bed with the reverence she deserves. I’m not used to being gentle or taking things slow. For her, I’ll take my time. Make sure she doesn’t have any regrets. Give her the night she deserves.
Although she seems just as eager to give me more than I deserve. Scrambling to her knees and clutching my jacket as she kneels in front of me. Now all I can imagine is my cock fucking her supple mouth yet she has other ideas. Her satin lips slam into mine, kissing me with a fervor I don’t expect but fucking love. Rare uncertainty flickers in the back of my mind that she’s more assertive than someone nicknamed The Mouse should be. Maybe the moniker is a lie. Or maybe her desire to ravish me is. But my craving for her isn’t fake. I want to possess her and not just for tonight.
Unable to resist, I palm her heavy tits, stroking around the thickest part until they rest in my hands like torpedoes and tear away from her kisses to give them my full attention. Sucking her peaked nipple into my mouth while I massage the other. Twisting and tugging to the point of pain mixing with the pleasure I’m lavishing on the bullet between my teeth. Her head falls back with a strangled approval bubbling in her elegant throat, and I fucking wish I was a damn octopus so I could have enough arms to keep doing what I’m doing while I finger fuck her pussy and thumb her asshole at the same time because I literally want to give her everything all at once.
She seems impatient too. Urgent hands roam over my chest. Seemingly eager to touch me but not confident enough to rip apart my clothes as easily as I tore away her dress.
“Reece...I...”
Pure desire pulses in her tone that matches my hunger for her. “I know angel. Take off my shirt.”
Hesitation floods her eyes when she lifts her head back up to look at me again. Uncertain if I’m serious, that I really want her to strip me. So I give her the proof she needs and guide her hand to my cock straining against my boxer briefs. I know she believes me now with the pink racing up her cheeks from the steel rod under her slender fingers.
Silent yet obedient she slowly slides the black and silver studs through the narrow slits. Keeping her gaze on her work rather than me. Until I moan when she brushes my belt after releasing the buttons as low as she can go without me yanking out the hem or taking off my pants. Both excellent options but she doesn’t act on either possibility. Leaving the decision to me. Easy choice to make.
I tug her hand to my zipper again and curl her trembling fingers around the tab. Determination seems to fill her expression as if she refuses to back down from a challenge, which I guess maybe releasing my aching dick is for her although not for me. I strip my jacket and shirt down my back and toss the clothes on the floor just as she breaches my waistband.
She’s fucking all in when her hand delves inside the smooth silk and wraps around me like she fucking owns me. Which somehow she already does. I allow myself a few selfish pumps into her divine touch before I gain control of her as well as myself.
Wide eyes take in my inches as I kick off my shoes and shove down my pants, underwear, and socks. I’m huge but I’m not bragging. Not like I had anything to do with the size of my cock anymore than I influenced having blue eyes or black hair. Just dumb luck that I’m going to use to her advantage so she can enjoy this experience like she deserves. Although she doesn’t seem impressed. Rather more anxious than pleased. I can understand that too with our size difference. I cup her warm cheek and lift her face so she can see the sincerity in mine. “Don’t worry angel. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
I’m not lying. I’ll go as slow as she needs, fucking her with my tongue and my fingers until she’s begging for my cock. And even then I’ll move at a snail’s pace. If she’s picking me over all else to spend tonight with, I have to be worth the sacrifice.
Shuddering, in what I hope is anticipation, she nods and gives me a nervous smile. With her permission to proceed, I lean in to find her mouth again. Before I can capture her, she lays back, pulling me down with her onto the cool sheets. Who the fuck am I to tell her no?
I nestle between her thighs, with the head of my dick at her soaked entrance, and cup her face. Eager yet restrained. Although she isn’t. Her eyes are as bright as her grin. I know she’s kind of drunk but she seems in full control. Of me anyway. Her short pink fingernails scrape up and down my back already seeming comfortable trapped underneath me.
“I think you really are the devil because I can’t seem to resist you.”
I love her whisper even though we’re alone and can be as loud as we want. The soft murmurs confirm the intimacy between us she’s trying to establish. Because I know she’s not the kind of girl who usually falls into bed with a man she just met. “You really are an angel and me fucking you tonight won’t ever change that.”