His tongue starts to roam from my neck to my breast down to my stomach. My hand is on the back of his head as he growls against me.
Oh dear God, I may not survive this. His hands slip under the side of my panties and he runs his fingertips through my dripping flesh.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls against my stomach.
My eyes roll back in my head.
He slides a single finger inside me and starts to pulse it in and out as his mouth sucks my nipple. My legs are as wide as they can go.
Oh… this is so, so slutty.
He stands and lifts the glass to his lips as I hold my breath. My ovaries start to chant again, skull, skull, skull.
He drinks it down then he removes my bra, smiles in appreciation as my breasts fall free.
His thumb gently dusts over my erect nipple. “Very nice,” he whispers.
I pick up my glass and tip my head back. He pushes me back onto the bench as he seemingly loses control at the sight of my naked skin, and his mouth runs between my two breasts as if he doesn’t know which one he wants in his mouth. His hand goes back to between my legs and he slides three fingers into me, causing me to arch and cry out.
“Legs back,” he whispers over my stomach.
I pull my legs back and he starts to really ride me with his strong, thick fingers, causing my back to arch even farther off the bench toward him. My mouth hangs open in pleasure. Oh, shit, I’m going to come. He senses it and pulls out immediately, leaving me to sigh in his absence.
He stands and drinks the shot. His eyes drop to my panties and he smiles darkly as he pulls them down my legs.
And there it is. I’m sitting before him, naked except for my high top sheer stockings. His hungry eyes drop to the pulsing place between my legs. Waxed to have just a small triangle of short hair, I feel open and vulnerable. I’m wet, so wet. And goddamn it, I need that tongue on, in me, all over me… now.
I slowly pick up my glass and lick the rim of it for added effect and his breath catches as he watches my tongue go to work.
I drink it down and my eyes hold his. “Lick. Sip. Suck,” I whisper.
He loses control and throws me onto my back across the bench and pulls me apart to his gaze. I lie still and hold my breath, unable to move as I stare at the ceiling.
Silence falls.
This is a damn drinking game and here I think this is the most intimate moment I have ever had with anyone in my life.
With one hand spreading me open, Alastar slides his other fingers into me, watching as my body struggles to accept him. His breath quivers with arousal.
“Ohh,” he breathes. “That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
He pulls his fingers out, and as his dark eyes hold mine, he sucks them clean and dips his head.
His tongue burns me the minute it touches me, and he rips my legs back to the bench. Unable to control himself any longer, he lets go and really starts to eat me. I sit up on my elbows as I watch the gorgeous man’s head bob up and down between my legs, and when he bites my clitoris, I get dizzy. Is it the alcohol fog or the loss of blood to my brain? I will never know, but this is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
He is fully dressed in a suit and on his knees across a kitchen bench burying his face between my legs.
“Yes,” he growls into me. “You taste so good.”
Oh… God. I drop my head back as my pleasure takes over, the orgasm ripping through every part of me and forcing my body forward violently.
And then he kisses me softly, tenderly and I feel myself become emotional. I have to close my eyes to block out the emotion.
What the hell is this?
My haunted eyes meet his again for just a moment before he tears his gaze away from mine and drops his head to my neck.
Is it the alcohol?
“I need you,” he whispers as he removes his suit jacket. “I need your body around mine.”
Oh, yes. I regain my composure and stand to rip his jacket from his shoulders. I want him. I want him inside of me now. I unbutton his shirt in double quick time and am rewarded with the sight of his perfect torso.
Naturally athletic and with a scattering of dark hair across his chest, he has the most beautiful olive skin that contrasts against his white shirt. I unzip his pants and drop them down his legs. No words are required. I know he needs this as much as I do.
His black jocks do nothing to hide his arousal; his hard cock is sitting well above the waistband.
He’s big.
He’s fucking perfect.