Take It Off
SARAH
His hips lined up with mine, his hands grasping the top of my ass, and then his hard-on pressed against my clit in a slow roll that stole my breath. A quiet growl fanned against my neck, while an emptiness pulsed between my legs. He only ground against me once, when I needed it over and over, before he pulled back. His hands left me and grasped the counter beside my own. I’d yet to even touch him while stuck in this dream-like state. His gaze was more black than amber.
“Take off your shirt.” Each bossy, gravelly word was a slow hum in the empty ache between my legs.
A sudden nervousness snuck its way back in, cutting through the haze. A part of me needed to comply, to do everything this man asked of me. To give him anything he wanted, but I couldn’t. Not yet. With a shaky breath, I shook my head. His gaze narrowed at the edges.
“What if somebody walks in?"
"They won't." He said sure of himself.
"How do you know that?" I countered.
"I will be quick..."
My mouth opened.
"You can't take my virginity in a bathroom..!"
He smiled and leaned against the counter beside me, taking a sip of whiskey like he was settling in
"I never said anything about fucking you, Sarah. I just want a taste of your haven. I want you to feel good."
My breath came out in shallow pants as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. With an erratic beat of my heart, I worked them until I took it off and placed it beside me. My breasts pressed against the fabric of my bra, tingling in expectation. Before I had a chance to think it through, I unclipped the back of my bra and set it next to my shirt. A blush spread from my cheeks to my chest as his burning gaze caressed my bare breasts.
The silence was filled with the drum of my heartbeat. His eyes were singed like paper around the edges. He ran his tongue across his teeth and flicked his gaze from me. I didn’t know why, but I had the feeling he was trying to control himself from probably pouncing on me. I had never undressed for a man before. I wanted to do it for him, whenever he wanted. His attention was now all mine and the thrill of it stole my breath. Slowly, without taking his gaze off mine, he set his glass on the counter and walked the short steps to me.
I shivered when he gripped my neck, sliding his hand upwards into my hair. His hold on my nape pulled my face to his, so close his breath touched my lips, warm with a hint of whiskey. Nerves vibrated deep down because he was going to kiss me. When he leaned in to brush his lips against mine, I was already waiting for him
“Spread your legs.” His command was rough, and demanding.
With an unsteady inhale, I complied, pulling up my skirt to my waist. His palms ran up my legs as I did so, his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs making my stomach tighten in an unexpected way. His rough hands felt so absolute against my soft skin. Legs spread, cool air brushed my panties and I was suddenly aware of how wet they were. His gaze touched me there, warm and thrilling yet still tinged with anger. He yanked me closer by the back of the neck until my bare breasts pressed against his chest. My breathing was erratic as he growled in my ear,
“You’re so goddamn hot.” And then he nipped my neck.
I yelped, but it turned into a moan when his thumb pressed down on my clit through the fabric of my thong. His grip tightened in my hair, forcing my head back, and then he sucked a nipple into his mouth. A spark ignited in my lower stomach, the flame spreading through my body like wildfire. He brushed his thumb over my clit, up and down, while holding a fistful of my hair so I couldn’t even look down. He groaned from deep in his chest and switched breasts, licking and then sucking with a slight scrape of teeth. An embarrassing sound escaped me, but I was so hot everywhere I didn’t care. I leaned back on my hands, my hips starting to rock under his touch. His mouth was so hot as he licked and played with my full breasts, until I thought I would die from it.
When his hands left me, a protest screamed in my veins. With a dark gaze that wasn’t entirely angry anymore, he fisted my thong at my hip and pulled it down my thighs, dropping it to the floor. I spread my legs once more, past the point of rational thought. His gaze fell between my thighs. He gave his head a shake, running a hand down his face.
“Fuck.”
That’s all he said before his arms wrapped around the backs of my thighs, he jerked me to the edge of the counter, and then his head lowered between them. I shuddered under the first hot, wet touch of his tongue. A deep rush of pleasure flooded me, a stronger wave rolling through me at every soft, slow lap he took from the entrance to my clit. This dangerous man was being surprisingly gentle, reverent, in what he was doing. Something touched me in the chest. However, he wasn’t that docile. His arms held me so securely I couldn’t move my hips an inch, while he took his time licking me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, digging my hands into his thick hair, running my blunt nails against his scalp.
I found his name slipping from my lips when he swirled his tongue over my clit before sucking.
“What’s my name?” he rasped before his tongue pushed into my entrance. I made a throaty, porny noise I never knew I was capable of. When I didn’t answer, his mouth left me, and his smouldering gaze found mine. His words were sharp.
“What’s my name?”
“Cullen” I breathed.
His eyes flashed, and then a feeling of fullness came over me when he slipped one finger inside me.
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