“Eryne…” Barrett murmured, fingers trailing from my hair to my collarbone, pushing my dress off my shoulder until it exposed the black strap of the garment I was wearing underneath. “Gods, you smell…” He took a deep inhale, his nose brushing down my skin.
I hummed as he snapped the strap against my skin, his fingers tracing the freckles that dotted my shoulders. Pressing my lips to his bare chest, I tugged his shirt out of his pants.
“Like what?” I asked him, even though I sensed I already knew what he was going to say.
Barrett groaned, and the sound—goddess. My panties were completely soaked. “I can smell how wet you are,” he told me, his voice rasping over my skin, making my nipples harden. “Like youneedme.” If he could smell my arousal, he’d know just how turned on I was. “Fuuuck, baby.”
He pulled me tight against his body, neither one of us in a rush to move. I buried my face in his neck as he held my hips,both of us just soaking in the moment. I ran my fingers through his hair, languidly appreciating his body as he drank in my scent. I didn’t know what it was about it that he seemed to find so intoxicating, but in this moment, I didn’t care.
“Eryne,” he said again, pressing his lips to swells of my breasts. “So sweet. Like sugar.” His tongue dragged up my skin, and I let out a ragged breath.
When we pulled apart, his eyes were dark, roving over my body. I dug my front teeth into my lower lip and fluttered my eyelashes at him.
He slid his hand up my knee. “What are you wearing underneath this?”
I fluttered my eyelashes as I spread my legs for him. “Why don’t you find out?”
Barrett’s hands gripped the hem of my dark green dress, and he pulled it off my body, exposing the black scrappy mesh bodysuit I’d been wearing underneath. My nipples were already hard, pressed against the fabric, and I cupped my breasts, knowing it would make my cleavage spill out over the fabric.
I stood in front of him, knowing my body was on full display. “Do you like it?” I let out a breath.
“Fuck,” he groaned, running his teeth along the bare skin of my neck. “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes traced over every inch of my body—every bit of skin exposed, where the straps and the mesh hugged my body, showing off every curve. “Like every dream I’ve ever had, come to life.”
Was this why women liked wearing lingerie? If it was, I’d buy a million more sets, just to see him look at me likethis.
“I’m not a dream, Barrett,” I said, taking his hand and guiding his fingers right where I wanted them. “You can touch me. Have me.Take me.”
He groaned as I pressed a finger inside my core. I let out a moan as I felt him stretch me, knowing he’d find out just howwet I actually was.Dripping.I was a mess, and he’d barely even touched me yet.
“You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you, baby?” I whimpered as he pushed my thighs apart enough to add a second finger. “You need me to take care of you, don’t you?” I nodded, biting my lip to hold back another moan as he pumped them inside of me.
“Yes,”I finally agreed, riding his fingers, rocking my hips as he worked me higher and higher.
But right before I could climax, he stopped. Pulled them out, and licked them clean as he kept eye contact.
“Then be a good girl and get on your knees.” His voice was all command—deep and growly. It did something to me, the way I wanted to obey him. Ilovedit.
I let out a sharp exhale—and then I did exactly what he said, dropping to my knees in front of him. He looked every bit the alpha male, lounging on his throne on my couch, shirt open and exposing the chest I wanted to trace every ridge of with my tongue. Goddess, he was fit. And handsome. It should have been illegal to have a body that toned and still be the soft, caring man that I knew he was.
I rested my hands on his thighs as he pushed the straps off my shoulder, exposing my nipples to the air. He made an appreciative noise as he slid his hand underneath my chin.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me.” Barrett ran his finger over my lip, the rest of his hand supporting my jaw, keeping my eyes locked on his amber ones as I knelt between his spread legs.
I let out a soft moan as he pressed his thumb inside, closing my lips around it and sucking lightly. He groaned.
Sliding my hands up his thighs, I slowly dragged the zipper down his pants, freeing his hardened cock. My tongue swept across my lips, moistening them, before I dipped my head down, running my tongue over the head.
“Yes,”he grunted as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, sliding my fingers down till I hit his knot. It was incredible, thinking about taking it. He was already so big, filling me up until all I could feel washim,that I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have his knot inside me.
“This is really going to fit inside of me?” I asked, pressing soft kisses down his length and over his knot. It wasn’t even swelled yet, but I imagined it did its job—keeping everything inside of me—well. He hadn’t come inside of me last time, and even though I knew it was irresponsible, I wanted him to.
I’d never gone without condoms with my previous partners, but now that I’d felt him bare inside of me, I wasn’t sure I could go back.
“We’ll work up to it,” he promised, rubbing his thumb—still coated in my saliva—all over my bottom lip.
I let my eyelashes flutter shut once again. “Okay,” I whispered. “I want to make you feel good.” Dipping my head back down, I ran my tongue around the crown, tracing the rim before taking the tip into my mouth, all while massaging his knot.
He groaned. “Baby. Oh, fuck,Eryne.”
