I meant to pull back, but when her hands come up, pulling me closer by my shirt, I give in. I pick her up, turning, setting her on the edge of the counter as I fit myself between her legs.
My lips never leave hers as we kiss. When I nip her bottom lip, she moans, opening herself to me.
Each mewl from her lips only heightens my own desire. It’s like I’m learning every piece of information that will unlock her ultimate pleasure.
Fuck, I want to unlock it too.
To see her lying under me, her body arched in pleasure. Knowing I’m the only one who has ever brought her pleasure?
It’s addictive. A power trip unlike anything I have ever felt before.
My mind becomes clouded as my hands slip up the hem of her dress. Without a second thought, I have it pulled up and over her head, lying on the floor.
Her eyes are wide, but I don’t give her a moment to come back to reality. Instead, I press right back against her, my hands trailing up her sides until I reach the underside of her breasts.
I swipe both of my thumbs across the tops of her breasts, pausing when she groans into my lips, her chest pressing forward.
My cock twitches in my pants. He wants to play, but he can’t. Not right now.
I pinch her nipples through the fabric, loving the way her moans grow louder. When she squeezes her legs around my hips, rocking into me, I growl. Halting my actions, I lean my forehead against hers.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, breathlessly.
“If I don’t stop right now, I will take you on this counter withhisblood marking your skin. As much as I want you, you deserve better than that.”
She swallows hard. “Oh.”
Her face falls, making me curse.
“Fuck, trust me. I want you something fierce, Cleo. More than I have ever wanted anything in my life, but I want to do it right. For you. Trust that we will get there and when we do, I will make you feel glorious.”
She bites her lip as she gauges my honesty. When I move my thumb to pull her lip from her teeth, she looks at me pained.
“What’s wrong? What hurts?” My mind switches from desire to concern within a heartbeat.
“It aches,” she whispers, eyes cast down.
“What aches?” My eyes take in her body.
She shakes her head, not willing to say it out loud. Carefully, I put my finger under her chin, tilting her head back up so I can look into her eyes.
“What hurts, baby? I can’t make it better if you don’t tell me.”
“Between my legs. It aches. I ache,” she says, short circuiting my brain. I freeze, her eyes showing her need.
Fuck, this is a bad idea.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby. Do you trust me?”
She nods, her eyes wide.
I reach around, undoing her bra before pulling her panties down her legs. She allows me to, but now she looks nervous.
Picking her up, I take her into the shower, leaving my own clothes on.
“You’re going to get all wet,” she says as she tries to push me back out.
“Don’t care. Let me take care of you.”
