As my mystery man disappears into the bathroom, I fish out a wet wipe from my purse and remove the makeup smeared on my face.
Once my skin is clean, I get comfortable on the king-size bed. The cool sheets brush against my bare skin, and I close my eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation. Realizing it’s the first time tonight that I’m touching the bed, a surprised laugh leaves my lips.
“What’s funny?”
“I was thinking how close we were to the bed the whole time,” I admit. “And I still got on my knees for you.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “About that…I think it’s my turn to return the favor.”
“Get here, and let’s play, then,” I make a come here motion with my pointer finger.
He climbs into the bed and pushes me back into the soft pillows. I fall willingly, my breath quickening as he looms over me. His incredible body shows such strength that I wonder what he does for a living. Those muscles might be earned at the gym, but his calloused hands tell another story.
He leans in, his lips hovering above mine. “Now that I have you naked in my bed, it’s finally time to taste every inch of you.”
I bite my lip, unable to hold back the growing need in my chest. “I’ve never been more ready,” I whisper my truth.
With that, he kisses me deeply, his hands moving all over my exposed skin. Every touch and kiss sends a spark through me. I can’t get enough.
“You taste so good,” he moans, trailing kisses down my neck. “But I need to make sure you are as sweet everywhere.”
I reach for him, my hands tangling in his hair, loosening the man bun. His lips make a path from top of my breasts to mynipples and lower. The mask scratches against my stomach and I itch to take it off. But not now.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs. “And I haven’t even started eating you out yet. Fuck, I love knowing you ache for me.”
Slowly, he makes his way between my thighs. Nipping at the skin, he takes his time getting to know every inch, as he promised.
“Stop teasing and start doing,” I challenge, my fingers tightening in his hair.
A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest as his tongue finds my clit. He licks slowly over it, closing his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking hard enough to make my hips jerk.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head pressing back. “Just like that.”
He hums against me, the vibration only adding to the pleasure as his tongue works me open. One of his hands slides up my stomach, his fingers brushing over my breast, pinching my sensitive nipple. The dual sensation has me writhing, desperate for more. He repeats the movement on the other side.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he groans against me, his lips slick with my arousal. “Both sin and sweetness all at once.”
I can barely breathe, let alone respond, as his free hand moves lower. Two fingers slide through my wetness and press inside me, stretching my walls. My answering moan is loud and shameless. I don’t care anymore. I need this. I needhim.
“That’s it. Let me hear that sweet little sound again,” he encourages, pumping his fingers in and out at a slow, torturous pace while his tongue continues its exploration.
I don’t hold back, my breathy moans turning into desperate cries as he increases the speed. His fingers curl inside of me, hitting the spot that has me seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.
I’m so damn close. So close that my entire body tenses, my legs shaking around his shoulders while my fingers grip his hair.
“Come for me. Show me what a good girl you are,” he commands between licks. “Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
My orgasm crashes over me, waves of unimaginable pleasure momentarily drowning me in their wake. But he doesn’t stop, his tongue working me through every last tremor.
I collapse against the sheets, breathless and boneless. He kisses his way back up my body and pauses at my lips, his mouth glistening with my release.
“Truly the sweetest thing ever.”
“Then let me have some.”
With passion I didn’t know he had left in him, he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. I sigh against him, utterly spent but still hungry for more of him. He's an aphrodisiac, and every piece of him he freely offers to me makes me crave more.
“You’re dangerous,” I say, my fingertips gliding over the hard, inked planes of his chest. “It should be illegal to feel this good. A girl could get addicted to this.”
