Page 38 of King of Hearts

Moving down my stomach he took hold of the side of my panties and pulled the black lace down. His hungry gaze devouring my now spread thighs. Suddenly feeling a little vulnerable, I moved to close them but he stopped me, taking hold of my legs and keeping them open.

“Don’t.” He snapped and oddly, his self-assuredness sent a wave of pleasure straight to my core. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, Arna, I could come just looking at you.” He took my hand and rubbed it against his very hard cock to show me just how much he liked the view. I inhaled quickly as I stroked him through his pants. He pressed his hips more firmly into my hand as he began touching my breasts again.

“See how fucking hard you make me?” He commanded, heat flooding his face.

“Mmmhmmm.” I acknowledged, unable to speak properly, my body lost to the all-encompassing pleasure.

“Lean back, I need to taste this perfect fucking pussy.” He pushed me back down until I was flat against the top of the lid and the confidence of the movement reverberated through me. It was warm, the water underneath obviously set to a high temperature, the vibration of the bubbles causing little pulses to skitter across my skin. I closed my eyes, concentrating entirely on the feel of his hands along my legs as he bared me completely. I felt his languid breaths along the inside of my thighs as he placed a trail of kisses down each before slowly licking along the sides of my throbbing centre. Using his hands to gently spread me open, he flicked his tongue across my clit and I moaned, arching off the lid at the pleasure which shot through me.

“Andy, that feels so fucking good.” As if my words were all the encouragement he needed, he reached under me and pulled me into his face, consuming me entirely.

It had been so long. So long since anyone had touched or taken – was it always like this? Had I forgotten the intensity of tactile gratification or was the potency of Andy the difference.

“Taste better than I could have imagined.” He said as he took one of his hands from underneath me and began circling my entrance while he continued to feast.

Embarrassingly, I already felt the familiar build deep within and tried my best to hold it off as long as I could. To fight the temptation to just let go, because basking in this climactic moment was beyond my wildest dreams.

But the pressure was too much, too strong, too powerful and I lost myself in the way his mouth took what it needed while leaving me with an extraordinary thirst.

“I’m close.” I panted, my hips thrusting into his face eager for more and I felt him smile against me.

“I know, I can taste it.” His voice was impossibly soft with the blood pulsing in my ears.

The warmth of his finger as he pressed inside me was the final push and I couldn’t hold on any longer. “Oh my god, Andy.” I screamed, as he quickened the pace of his tongue and simultaneous thrusts of his fingers, until my body shook, a crucible of fireworks starting and ending with his mouth.

When I opened my eyes, he was again kissing up and down my thighs as his hands stroked my hips. I sat up slowly and he stood, our faces mere inches apart.

“You are my new favourite flavour.” He breathed before pressing his lips to mine, coating my mouth with my own taste. I pulled him into me and moved my hands down to the front of his pants, desperate to return the pleasure, to taste him on my tongue.

He reached for my hands, stopping me when I grabbed his still hard cock through his pants.

“Let me.” I whined, kissing along his jaw.

“Arna, the first time I come with you, it is going to be buried deep inside this pussy.” He said, his hands easily sliding through my now drenched sex. “But for now, I need to stop touching you because I don’t have any damn condoms here and I won’t be able to resist you much longer.”

I groaned feeling his frustration, although mine held the sweet aura of a recent climax. Poor guy probably had blue balls and now he wouldn’t let me help him.

“How are you single?” I asked, truly unsure how someone so sexy, with the ability to have any woman he wanted and a tongue that could make angels weep, did not have a partner.

“That’s the million-dollar question, right.” His soft murmuring felt as though it held a hidden meaning but my post-orgasm drunk brain didn’t allow me to think too much into it when he kissed me again before slowly gathering my clothes and helping me get dressed.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Arna

“Finally.” Marlee exclaimed, shaking her head from where she sat at the table of the bar we agreed to meet just over thirty minutes ago.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I was held up at work. Again. I swear they send me the dumbest articles just to see if I will lose my shit.”

“Lucky, I love you.” She replied, planting a kiss on my cheek and sliding a margarita across the table towards me. “Apple.”

“You know, everything everyone says about you is total crap.” I said and then burst into laughter at the look of horror on her face. “Just joking, babes. It’s all true.” I added, erupting into another fit of giggles.

“Whatever. The game starts in eight minutes which means we have four minutes each. You start. Tell me about your dinner the other night with Andy because,I’ll tell you in personis the worst thing you can say to me, you bitch.”

I grinned knowingly. I knew she would hate that message but seeing how the night progressed I also knew I was going to thoroughly enjoy her reaction and a phone call would not have sufficed.

“Soooo,” I said, taking a deep breath. “He kissed me.” I paused for dramatic effect and Marlee, never missing a beat, squealed, stomping her feet under the table as she wobbled her head.

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