His hands are everywhere, in my hair, on my waist, teasing under the hem of my dress.
“Tell me what you want,” he says as he kisses down my throat.
His cock is hard through his slacks, pressing against my thigh as he pins me to the door.
“Everything,” I gasp, tangling my hands in his hair. “You, I want you.”
He doesn't hesitate, doesn't even pull his mouth away from my throat before he wraps his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me up. I squeal in shock and wrap my legs around his hips. It takes no effort for him to carry me, his arms strong and sturdy around me.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks between kisses.
“Down the hall,” I gasp. “On the left.”
Words fail us as he carries me down the hall, our mouths far too busy with other things. I can’t form a single coherent thought other than an insatiable need formore.
I want to be closer, to be so close nothing could separate us. Our kisses turn sloppy and frantic as Bo fumbles the door to my bedroom open. It feels like both of us have been waiting for this, needy and insatiable and unspeakably desperate for each other.
He lays me down on the bed gently, never pulling back or allowing an inch of distance between us.
His hands turn from holding to grasping to clawing, his teeth sinking into my lower lip as he drags the hem of my dress up. I didn’t have much in the way of lingerie, but the shaky groan that falls from his lips as he traces over the edge of lace on my panties tells me he doesn’t mind.
“I need you, Kenz,” he murmurs, finally pulling away to look at me.
I’m breathless already, but the heat in his eyes would’ve stolen the air from my lungs if there was any. His hair is a mess, brown strands rumpled from my hands carding through them, and his lips are swollen from kissing me. I’ve never seen Bo look so undone, and the sight sends a bolt of pure need straight into my core.
“You’ve got me,” I tell him, reaching up to tug at the buttons on his shirt.
He lets me unbutton it before shrugging it off entirely and tossing it aside. His bare chest is corded with muscle, golden tan from a life spent working outside. My mouth waters at the sight.
Bo wastes no time stripping my dress off, dropping to his knees and peppering kisses over my thighs as he works the hem up to my waist. I arch into the soft touches of his lips as I pull my dress the rest of the way up and over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Bo’s teeth press into the inside of my thigh and he looks up at me, a primal hunger in his eyes.
He looks almost manic as he groans appreciatively, his fingers digging into the outside of my thighs.
“Can I taste you?”
I go lightheaded just at the thought of having his mouth on me properly, and all I can do is nod. He doesn’t make me wait, just as desperate as I am, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed before tossing my thighs over his shoulders. My hands fly to his hair in anticipation as my stomach flutters. I catch a single glimpse of his eyes, dark and ravenous, before he buries his face between my legs.
All thought flies from my head at the feeling of his tongue pressing against me, only a thin layer of fabric separating us.
I whine in need, unable to find the words to ask him for what I want, but he doesn’t tease me for long. He seems to need this just as much as I do.
He leans back just far enough to yank my panties down my legs and throws them behind him as soon as he gets them off. I don’t have a second to get ready before he buries his mouth between my legs, eating at me like a man starved.
I toss my head back on a shout of pleasure as my hands curl into fists in Bo’s hair. Electricity shoots through me with every twitch of his tongue against my clit, and I shake as heseals his lips around my clit and sucks. My legs tremble around his shoulders as pleasure mounts, higher and higher until I can hardly breathe. My moans come out shaky, pitching up when he slides one finger, then two inside of me.
“Fuck, Bo!” I shout, yanking at his hair.
I can feel him grin between my legs, and his groan of satisfaction that follows is what sends me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, ruthless and overwhelming, and my back arches like a bow as my whole body shakes. Bo leans back to kiss along my hip, but doesn’t pull his fingers from inside me, milking every last ounce of pleasure out of my body. I can hear him murmuring praises to me, but it’s muffled beneath the unending pleasure.
“There you go, baby,” he croons, finally slowing the pace of his fingers. “God, you’re so fucking pretty. Look at you.”
I whimper when he pulls his fingers free and lifts them to his mouth to clean them off. It’s rare that I manage more than one orgasm, even when I’m really worked up, but I feel even needier now than I did before I came. I tug Bo up by his hair, urging him back on top of me.
“Come on,” I plead, my hands already busy with his belt. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
A sharp breath rushes out of him, and he takes over for me to shove his pants down far enough to free his cock. It’s bigger than I expected, and my gut clenches in desire just at the thought of having him fill me up. He’s rock hard, and his hips buck forward into my touch when I trail my fingers down the shaft.
