Page 8 of His to Seduce
Chapter 4
David
Her boldness undid me, snapping the remaining strands of restraint I’d clung to.
I want it all.
She didn’t know yet what the words meant, but I’d show her. I had two full days to convince her.
I climbed off the bed and held out my hand. She took it quickly and I tugged her to her feet.
“Turn around.” My hands went to her waist as she moved, and then my fingers found the zipper concealed beneath the barely there back of her dress. It started just above the curves of her backside, and as I pulled it down, I was instantly shown two small dimples just above her ass at the small of her back.
I wanted to taste them, lick them, touch them. I wanted to devour her. Take my time and make it fast. I’d felt her earlier, but it had been rushed and dark and we’d been fully clothed. God, why had my first time with her been in a closet?
I swallowed the groan building in my throat and finished undoing the zipper. She flinched as I did, and my hands went to her shoulders to push the dress off of her.
“David,” she whispered, and her hands went to her hips as if to hold her dress in place.
Was she stopping this? It would kill me. “What?”
My hands curled into fists while I waited for her and she twisted her neck to look at me over her shoulder. A mischievous smile hid her earlier nerves. “Don’t be gentle with me.”
“Fuck.” My head fell forward to her shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her stomach. I held her against me and pressed kisses to her bare skin. Then I undid my belt and let my pants fall to my ankles before pushing down my underwear. Something told me she’d enjoy it more if she wasn’t the first one naked.
Her breath caught, a slight hitch of sound when I stepped back to finish removing my clothes, and then I returned to her dress, to the silk straps at her shoulders, and pushed it forward.
Her dress fell to a pile at our feet, mixed with mine. And damn…had anything ever looked so right? So perfect?
If I’d seen it, I couldn’t remember.
She didn’t want gentle, but I couldn’t give her anything other than adoring worship.
Placing my hand on her hip, I twisted her until she faced me and slid my hands to hers, gripping her lightly.
“We can stop at any time.”
“I don’t want to.” Pretty, lush pink lips curved into a smile. She moved back, scooting onto the bed until her head was propped on pillows.
Pale skin, deep auburn hair, lashes that fluttered wildly. Nervous bumps pebbled her skin as my gaze raked over her. She had a beauty mark on a hip bone, another just below her left breast. Light pink fingernails trembled as she brushed her hand softly over her stomach.
“I don’t know where to start,” I admitted. Everywhere. I wanted to touch all the imperfect places on her, all the perfect ones. Burrow inside of her, and not just her body but her heart. I was thirty-two years old, done dicking around with one-night stands and short, shallow relationships. I knew what I wanted and I was taking it.
“You can start here,” she whispered. She drew a circle around her belly button, up the divide in her abdomen and between her breasts, to her throat, her chin…her lips.
She tapped them twice. I was done for. Vixen, seductress, siren…whatever song she sang, I wanted to be addicted to it.
My hand wrapped around my hard dick and I stroked it. Her eyes followed the movement of my hand, lashes fluttering languidly. I bent down and grabbed my pants, removed the condoms I’d put in my wallet earlier, and tossed them to the bed next to her.
She looked at them and then me. “Two?”
“Better safe than sorry.”
All teasing evaporated when I bent over her and crawled up the length of the bed. I stopped when I reached her stomach and pressed my lips there. Her muscles rippled. Her whimpers went straight to my cock.
“Is this where you wanted me?” I looked up at her and waited for her nod. All confidence was gone. All I saw was pure need and nerves, a heady combination.
“Yes,” she gasped, as I began trailing circles around her stomach. Over to the beauty mark I’d seen above her hip bone. My eyes stayed on her the whole time, watching every intake of breath, cataloguing every time I reached a spot that tickled or turned her on even more. My hands on her thighs, I slid them upward until my fingers grazed over raised flesh.
