Page 29 of Hard To Love

His hot breath lingered over my ear, “Dinner was delicious, but I can’t wait to taste…dessert.”

The dish I was rinsing slipped out of my fingers as he spun me around to face him. The way his hands deliberately swept across my skin caused my heartbeat to quicken.

He picked me up and sat me down on the counter, and placed himself between my legs.He stared into my eyes and the heat I saw in them nearly knocked the wind out of me. No one had ever looked at me like that before. The ability to breathe on my own was becoming difficult.

I slid my arms around his neck desperate for his touch as he moved his mouth along my shoulder and up to my neck.

My body withered against his as he feathered his palm along my breast. “Do you feel that?” He asked pressing his hard length into me. “Feel what you do to me?”

Did he really think I was going to be able to answer him? I could barely breathe, let alone talk.

I crashed my mouth into his and all I could think about was how I needed him to relieve the pressure that was building. My hands began to roam through his hair as my insides clenched against him. He braced his one hand along the back of my neck while the other continued to stroke my breast. If this was how my body responded to him with just a simple touch and a deep kiss, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like later.

My fingers were tugged away from his hair as he dragged my dress over my head. His breathing became heavy and I loved knowing I affected him so much.He paused for a moment, with his eyes turning dark as they drank me in.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”

I stared at him unable to respond, and way too eager about what would happen next.

He lifted my chin with his commanding voice washing over me. “Answer me.”

Something about his tone caused my confidence to grow. “Actions speak louder than words.” I rasped out. “Why don’t you show me how much you want me?”

His eyes flickered from my mouth, down to my chest and back up again zeroing in on my lips. “Challenge accepted.”

He cradled my head in his hands while skillfully removing the pins that were holding my hair, causing waves to cascade along my shoulders just above my breasts. The whole week had felt like one big massive build up. His slow teasing hands were only adding fuel to my fire and I wasn’t sure my body could bounce back from another rejection.

His fingers slowly brushed a few strands of hair aside, exposing my neck to his mouth. Kissing him felt incredible, but the way his tongue swiped across my skin felt nothing short of a slow burning torture. His mouth was heating my body in places that had never been touched.

His hands continued to feverishly roam over the swell of my breast, pushing the cup of my bra to the side. A shudder surged through me at the feeling of how sensitive I was.

He lifted his head with a cocky smile set on his face, “Does that feel good?”

My voice was a low whimper. “So, good. Please don’t stop.”

He smiled against me, then circled and rolled his fingers around each nipple, sending a shock straight down below.

The feelings he triggered inside of me had me feeling desperate. My eyes closed of their own accord trying to force those thoughts away because they terrified me.

Groaning, he lifted me up off the counter and carried me to my bedroom. My legs locked around his waist and my fingernails dug hard into his shoulders. The excitement that was building inside me earlier was almost uncontrollable. When we got to my room I felt him kick the door shut then he gently laid me down on my bed.

He stood over me for a moment as his eyes roamed over my body making me feel open and exposed. I reached up, methodically unbuttoning his dress shirt. This was much different than the frenetic shirt-ripping from our last time together. My hands slid up his well-defined chest and along his shoulders as my fingers peeled away his clothing. His chest was sculpted to perfection, which I assumed was the result of an intensive daily workout routine. I wanted to take a moment to admire him.

Running my hands across his chest, I kissed every bare spot I could get my mouth on. I felt his hips grind against mine, and his erection grow into me. As if on cue, he drew back, and pulled a condom out of his pocket. He unbuckled his belt and removed his pants while never taking his eyes off of me.

The second he had positioned his body over mine, I knew once I gave myself to him, there was no going back. When I looked up at him every muscle in my body felt weak. I would let him take whatever he wanted from me, my body had become his—he owned me in that moment and something told me he knew it, too.

His hands and lips began to explore every part of me. My brain tried to soak up every beautiful feeling he was creating, with the smoothness of his skin to the warmth of his breath.

His mouth and his fingers landed on my nipples causing a moan to shoot through me. “God, you are so damn sexy. These are absolutely perfect.” I heard him speak, but I wanted more action.

He slowly planted a trail of kisses down my stomach until he almost reached the part of my body that had been desperately waiting for him. He slipped his fingers inside, right through the pink lace fabric of my thong. “You are so responsive,” he said approvingly.

He slowly slid the silky material down my legs leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. My pulse quickened as his fingers crawled across my skin. Somewhere during this process, he had removed his boxers without me realizing it.

My eyes watched him tear into the package and roll it over his hard length. His cock was massive and I couldn’t wait to be filled with it.

His icy blue eyes locked onto mine and it felt like time had stood still. He bent down brushing his nose against mine, “Are you sure, because after this there will be no turning back?”

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