I smiled and looked down at the lace. “I have.”
“Holy fuck,” he breathed again. “I can’t move. If I move, I’m going to explode in my pants. Stay there. Don’t come any closer. Give me a minute.”
I loved that he was so turned on by me. I slowly turned, giving him a good look at the entirety of the outfit, which was really less than a few inches of lace and lots of ribbons.
“You look like you are in pain,” I teased.
I ignored his demand to not move any closer. I stepped in front of him, staying just out of reach. His hands gripped the wooden armrests like he was afraid he would fly out of the chair. I ran my hands over my body, sliding one of the ribbons out of the way and giving him a little peek at my nipple.
I was turning myself on. My nipples pebbled under my own touch. I rubbed and teased and heard myself moan.
“Don’t stop,” he said in a raspy voice.
I moaned, dropping my head back and arching into my hands. I slid one hand over my belly and then between my legs. The lacy triangle felt damp. It was a combination of heat and my own desire. The man had a way of making me feel wet all the time. I lifted my head to watch him watch me. His eyes were heavy-lidded. The desire I saw there was so intense, I felt as if I would spontaneously combust. Or maybe he would.
I needed to touch him. I stepped closer, reaching for the tie he was still wearing. I tugged, jerking his neck forward until I loosened it enough to pull over his head. “You are wearing far too many clothes.”
“I agree,” he whispered.
I bent forward, letting my breasts hang loose as I began to work at the buttons on his shirt. His hands stayed on the armrests, never once touching me. I could feel him looking. I could feel the heat from his gaze as his eyes roamed over my body. I jerked the shirt up out of his pants and pushed it over his shoulders until he was topless.
I dropped to my knees in front of his chair, settling myself between his legs. His erection was very evident in his pants. I ran my hand over the long length, marveling at the steel rod barely contained in the pants that looked like they would shred.
I carefully undid the button before sliding the zipper down. He let out a breath like he had been holding it inside for hours. His cock sprang free, ripe for the plucking. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and squeezed. He grunted and his body jerked. I could feel the power humming in my hand.
I leaned forward and loved him with my mouth. I licked and sucked until I could feel him on the edge. The tension in his body filled the room with an electric energy that zapped me from head to toe. I felt tingly. I felt electrified and on the edge of my own climax.
He sprang from the chair. I would have fallen on my ass if he didn’t grab me and yank my body against his. One minute, I was on my knees and worshipping his cock with my mouth, and the next, I was in his arms with his mouth plundering mine. He was needy and desperate. He carried me into the single bedroom in his suite and dropped me on the bed. He shed his pants and underwear in under five seconds and pounced on me.
His mouth covered mine before tearing away and attacking my neck with teeth and tongue. He was everywhere at once. His hands roughly rubbed over my body as his mouth attempted to keep up. It was an onslaught of wild sensations that left my body in sensory overload. I writhed beneath him. I tried to run my hands over him, but he was too fast. He was sliding down my body with his mouth until he was at my heated core.
His mouth closed over the lace that covered my entrance. Even without direct contact, it was too much. My body was primed and ready, and the heat from his mouth and the feel of his tongue through the lace were enough to send me spiraling into a blissful abyss of electric heat.
The climax tore through my body. His fingers slid the lace to the side, giving him full access to the sensitive flesh. He lapped at me until I was on the verge of another orgasm. I wasn’t sure I would survive the night if he kept up with his pace.
“Oh please,” I whispered. I didn’t know what I was asking for. Mercy? More? I didn’t know.
He did. He rubbed his finger over the tiny, extremely sensitive flesh that sent me into another violent series of spasms as my body erupted again and again.
In a flurry of movement, I felt him peeling away the lace and ribbons. I was helpless to assist him. My body was tingling and vibrating with pure ecstasy. “Damn, woman, you sure know how to please me.”
I managed a lazy smile and opened my eyes just enough to see him looking down at me. “I try.”
“Try, my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard. I feel like I have a tree trunk hanging between my legs. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I opened my legs good and wide. “I’m ready for whatever you want to give me. I’ll take it all, every last inch. Show me how much you want me. Show me everything. Make me scream.”
He growled before sliding one finger inside me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” I whimpered, squirming a little as my body clamped down on his finger inside me. “More.”
A second finger slid inside my body that was swollen and slick from the first two orgasms. I knew he would give me a third and maybe even a fourth.
“How’s that?” he asked.
I opened my legs just a little more. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Let’s make sure you’re really ready for me,” he said before he worked a third finger inside me.
I cried out with white-hot pleasure. My body stretched and slowly welcomed him inside. I moved my hips up, taking him deeper inside me until I felt his knuckles brushing against my skin. “Yes! I want it all!”
He pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. The feeling did not last long. He worked the head of his cock inside me. He was right. He was so much bigger than usual. I opened my eyes and looked down my body. He was holding his weight off me with one arm while holding the base of his cock in his other hand.
I watched as the length slowly disappeared inside me. I wasn’t ready for the overwhelming sensations of the purest, rawest form of ecstasy. My body swallowed him up, welcoming him with a flood of juices as another orgasm carried me away. I was insatiable.
Walking tomorrow would be interesting. I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough of him.
He began to move, adjusting his hips to slide over nerve endings deep inside me that had previously been untouched. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He was lost in the moment. I managed to pry my eyes open long enough to watch him for a few seconds. His face was contorted into what looked like sheer pain. I knew it was painful pleasure. I moaned, shimmying my hips just a little. It was an almost instantaneous reaction from him. He shouted over and over as his back bowed and he blew up deep inside me.
So much power. So much pleasure. I let myself follow him, riding the jerks and spasms of his cock buried deep inside me.
When he collapsed beside me, neither of us spoke. I didn’t think it was physically possible to speak. My body was beyond sated. It felt like I had been treated to a luxurious day at the spa with an expert masseuse.
I wasn’t sure if he was already asleep, but I wouldn’t be surprised. I was barely able to stay awake. I snuggled against him, resting my head on his broad chest. His arms came around me, swallowing me up in his embrace. It felt so right being with him like this.