“Yes. We should.” I felt him move my hair away from my neck before sliding his lips across my suddenly fevered skin.
“We can always eat after,” I said as my pulse sped up. I closed my eyes, savoring his touch.
“Yes. We could. Or I can eat now, and we can share a meal later…”
I was about to question that when he turned me toward him and kissed me. The world dropped away and wine slopped out of my wobbling glass. His tongue ran across my lower lip. I opened my mouth for him and he filled it in a rush. More wine slopped onto the floor.
“I need to set down my glass,” I said into his kiss.
He grabbed it and set it down with his own. The next second I was swooped up again, into his arms. I kept the kiss, breathing heavily through my nose, anticipating his body. I wanted no more sidetracking or talking. Just him and me, skin on skin.
Eight
He dropped me on the bed in a tussle of hair and limbs. Before I could right myself, I felt his palms moving up my legs and pushing the fabric of my skirt with them. I let out a sigh and arched, spreading my legs as his hands covered my inner thighs.
Fingers applied pressure at the edge of my panties and peeled them to the side. A hot, wet mouth sucked in my sex. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I moaned.
His tongue circled my clit lazily before he sucked in pulses. I arched up to his mouth, the sensation so good no machine could duplicate it. A finger ran down my center before dipping inside me.
“Oh yes,” I said, clutching his hair in tight fists. I gyrated faster as he sucked and plunged, winding me up. Another finger joined the first, curved to hit the right spot. His sucking pulses sped up. My hips thrust to meet his fingers.
“Yes, Brad,” I said, rocking against his mouth. On fire. Tightly wound. “Faster.”
I yanked on his hair and pushed my head back in the bed, nearly there. Everything squeezing. My muscles flexed. On the edge—
“Oh!” I exploded. My body convulsed as pleasure pounded through me, followed by euphoria that stole my breath. I settled back down, languid.
“Wow,” I said. That’s about all there was to it. “Wow.”
Fingers curled around the edges of my panties and then pulled, dragging the material down and off my legs. My skirt followed until I was bare from the waist down. He kissed my sex again before moving up to my navel. His hands slid across my skin as his mouth trailed upward, lifting my shirt. With a deft touch, he traced my bra straps until I arched to let him unhook the clasp. Searing heat trailed his touch until his palms covered my breasts.
A shock of pleasure coursed through me as his thumbs stroked my taut nipples. He straightened up and then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing that delicious body with the sculpted pecs leading down into the most divine abs I’d ever seen. The ridge of his obliques trailed into his pant line.
I was salivating. Literally.
Wasting no time, I pulled my own shirt over my head and flung my bra across the room. His smile gave me butterflies. There was a predatory quality to it, heightened by his silky movements as he pushed down his shorts and then his boxers. His erection sprang free, huge and glorious.
I’d never been so excited to take a ride on a man playground in all my life.
He crawled onto the bed, looking down on me with lust burning in his eyes. But something else, too. Something soft that made my heart thump even harder.
His body pushing mine into the mattress felt like heaven. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and slid my knees up his sides before squeezing him tightly with my legs.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he said as he bent to kiss me. He lightly nibbled my lips.
I moaned and moved my hips in small circles, rubbing against that glorious cock. The kiss deepened and my desire spiked.
Suddenly it was too much. It hit me, hard. I needed him. Right then. Without delay. I needed him inside me like a starving person needed food.
“Fuck me,” I said, wild.
He pushed my hands above my head and rocked his hips forward. His cock slid against my wetness, sending bursts of pleasure through my core. I arched, trying to find purchase. Trying to get him inside me.
With a groan, he rolled to the side and off the bed before stalking across the room. His muscular ass just would not quit!
He’d better be getting a condom or else I’d attack.
Keeping the faith, I took matters into my own hands while he was getting that organized. One hand dipped to my sex and the other worked my nipple. A poor man’s substitute, without a doubt, but something to pass the time.
“Oh Delilah,” I heard.
Brad stopped by the edge of the bed, looking down on me. Without another word, he ripped the foil and rolled the protection into place. A zing of excitement ran through me as he practically dove on top of me.
“You are so sexy,” he said, settling between my legs. “The perfect package.”