My hands were pinned between us, but itdidn’t matter. Wilder had clearly taken control. I was expecting another panties-drenchingkiss, but Wilder went for my neck again instead. Licking and nibbling his waydown, he whispered low words against my skin.
“Beautiful.”
“Strong.”
“Loving.”
Each word was mixed with the flick of histongue and the scrape of his teeth. I would never hear the word feminine againwithout feeling the rush of pleasure as his teeth nibbled at the juncture wheremy neck met my shoulder.
As he reached my chest, the words faded ashis mouth found other ways of making me feel loved. His fingers eased one thinstrap of the nightgown down as he started swirling his tongue over my nipple.Nibbling and licking, he moved his hand to pinch and roll my other one in hisfingers.
When he gave it a firm tug that sent alightning bolt of pleasure right to my cock, I gasped out. Wilder just liftedhis head, grinning wickedly. “I don’t want that one to feel lonely.”
There was no chance of that. The duelingpleasure was making it hard to think; all I could do was squirm and fight theurge to grind my cock against his body. Wilder chuckled and went back toteasing at my nipples, but before long, he shifted slightly and his handstarted skimming over the nightgown, working its way lower.
When he finally reached the end of the nightgownand started slowly inching under it toward my dick, I almost couldn’t breathe.The anticipation was too much. As his fingers finally closed the last distance,I felt him palming my cock through the lacy fabric. Then he bit down on mynipple, making me cry out.
A low chuckle rolled through his chest ashethoroughlyexplored my cock. When he finally pushed the panties downto bare my erection, I was leaking precum and whimpering under him, desperatefor more.
Instead of continuing the teasing touchlike I’d been prepared for, Wilder wrapped his hand around my cock and gave ita long, firm stroke that had me arching up and frantically grasping at the lastthreads of my self-control. I was right on the edge of coming and Wilder lovedit.
“So perfect. That beautiful hard cock andthose pretty panties. Look at you. I could sketch you just like this. Right onthe edge and frantic but trying to be so good for me. You’re going to be themost beautiful thing I’ve ever drawn. I just know it.” His hand kept playingwith my erection, forcing me right to the brink, but the tender words and thedirty images he invoked made it even harder to hold my desire back.
“Please!” I wasn’t sure what I was beggingfor, but I knew what I wanted—for him to take me completely.
Wilder must have realized how close I was,or maybe he was just as needy, because his touch changed from teasing topurposeful. He held my cock tight and used his thumb to caress over the head.It kept me crazy, but it also reinforced his control over me. Just that onehand could keep me shaking and hard, and ready to beg again.
Wilder’s grin was almost a dirty leer as Isquirmed and writhed against him. “Please what?”
He was having entirely too much funtorturing me.
I didn’t stop to think. I didn’t questionwhat I wanted. I couldn’t move my arms much, but I squeezed my hands on hischest and thrust up into his hand. “Make love to me, Wilder. I want you tostrip off my panties and slide into me and fuck me until I can’t move.”
Yep. No guessing here.
“Whatever my stalker wants.” Wilderreleased my cock, which wasn’t what I wanted at all. But relief flooded throughme when he leaned over and reached for the side table drawer. When he broughtout a condom and lube, I smiled.
“You were feeling lucky tonight.” Not thatI was upset about that. I hadn’t made any effort to hide how I felt about him.
Wilder’s wicked smile grew. “I have lubeand condoms in every possible place that I could make love to you.”
I loved a planner.
Tossing the condom and lube on the floorbeside me, Wilder focused back on me and his eyes took in every curve and lineof my body. His hands finally started following his gaze and reached out tostrip off my panties.
As he slowly eased them down my legs, Iloved the tender expression on his face. It was almost fascination, but I’dseen the expression on too many artist types to mind. No, it made me feelprecious and important. I mattered to him and I knew every moment was beingcarved into his memory.
The teasing seemed to have come to an end,thankfully. When he had his fingers slicked, he moved back between my legs andeased them wider. With the nightgown on, but naked from the waist down, I feltwicked and naughty. Teasing or even touch wasn’t necessary to keep me turned onand hard when he had me laid out for him with that look on his face.
When his fingers started circling around myhole, a shiver raced through me, and I had to fight the desire to hold mybreath. As one slid in, I was afraid he’d decided to torture me again. It wasslow and careful. But when my body just opened to his touch, and I thrust myhips up silently begging for more, the temptation to make me crazy seemed topass for Wilder. One finger quickly became two and soon I was writhing beneathhim, three fingers stretching me wide.
My mumbling for him to hurry as I moanedand whined might have had something to do with it too.
He chuckled as his fingers pulled out, butall I felt was relief. Wilder wasn’t trying to look cool or distant, he wasjust as ready as I was and clearly pleased with how nuts he’d made me. Hequickly stripped off his clothes like they were just in the way of what hereally wanted.
Me.
I didn’t have time to admire him or evendecide if I was going to distract him so I could learn how he wanted to be touched.Before my brain could even process the fact that he was naked and hard, he wasreaching for the condom. Easing it down over his sculpted, thick cock, hequickly stretched out over me.
