Quivers of arousal shoot through my body, and if it weren’t for his strong arm around me, I melt right here on his driveway.
He parks in front of the house this time instead of the garage, so when we walk inside I am met with a bright and very empty entryway. There is a large staircase right smack in the middle of a very empty room. To my left, there is another empty room, and to my right, there is another. There are two hallways on the sides of the staircase, but I have a feeling they lead to more emptiness. I apparently only saw a fraction of the house when I was here before.
He is looking at me intently and seems to be waiting for something.
“It’s . . . um, nice?” Damn. Of course it would come out as a question. Real convincing, Iz!
“Nice, huh? Is that your way of saying you hate my house?”
“No?” I’m sure my embarrassment is all over my face. Even after all this time, I still can’t lie for shit to this man.
He lets out a loud laugh before slapping my ass, shaking his head, and letting out some soft laughs. He bends down and picks up my bags before heading up the stairs. “Come on, Princess. Let’s get you settled before dinner.”
I follow him up, and up, and up. When I get to the top, there are two hallways in either direction. He starts off to the left, passing a few open doors along the way. Every single room is empty except for the one I used to escape from him. Eh, how embarrassing. I hoped he wouldn’t ever have to witness one of my episodes, but it seems like the more I’m around him, the more they are triggered.
He walks into his bedroom and drops all the bags next to the closet. When he turns back around, I quickly jerk my eyes up to meet his, which sparkle with amusement. I was just busted checking out his very nice ass.
He smirks.
I blush.
He winks.
I lick my lips.
His smile is instantly wiped from his face and a long and low groan fills the silence between us.
I smirk.
And just like that, he’s on me.
“Thought I could wait,” he says before picking me up and throwing me onto the mattress.
Before I can even blink, he is on top of me, his large frame pressing me into the soft mattress. My legs open without hesitation and his hips meet my own. Now I’m the one who is letting out a strangled moan.
“Thought I could get you here and enjoy some dinner without having to be inside your wet heat. Fuck, baby, I can smell you from here. I bet your pussy is soaked, fucking sopping wet and ready for me.”
He trails his tongue from my shoulder to my ear before taking it in his mouth and biting down. He licks the sting away and braces his body with his elbows on either side of my body. Taking both of his large hands and placing them on either side of my face, he leans down and places his lips to my ear.
“Can’t wait, baby. I’m going to rip those tight-ass pants from your body and bury my face between your creamy thighs. I want to feel that sweet cunt around my tongue. Going to make you scream, Princess, and then when you can’t take it anymore”—he pushes his denim-covered hips hard into mine, his thick erection rubbing my clit in the most delicious way—“then I’m going to lick my way up this sweet fucking body and finally I’m going make you mine.” He rolls his hips, and I gasp, so close.
“Oh God,” I pant, looking up into his bright eyes. He looks into mine, seemingly satisfied with what he sees, before bringing his lips down and devouring me.
There are no other words for what he is doing with his tongue in my mouth. Our lips are moving together in a wet dance. I move my hands to his back and pull him closer to me, relishing in the feeling of his hard, tight body pressing me farther into the mattress. I can feel the bundles of corded muscles underneath my fingertips, and I am suddenly desperate to feel his skin against my own.
With awkward and jerky movements, I rip his shirt up his torso, letting go of his lips long enough to pull it over his head. He lifts up and trails his fingers down my body. His rough and callused hands pull on the soft silk of my blouse before reaching the hemline and slowly pushing it up my belly. I lean up and help him remove my blouse before reaching behind my back and ripping off my bra myself. I don’t even have a second to bring my arms back around before his lips are closing around one of my tight nipples and giving a strong pull.
“Oh yes,” I moan, threading my hand through his hair and pulling his head closer to my breast. “Feels so good, Axel.” I’m so close to coming it’s embarrassing. With Axel, it has always been effortless.
His answering groan against my skin causes wetness to gush from my core.