Page 38 of Ambrosia Kisses
"You'll see." He smirks at me, running a hand down my hip to squeeze my ass. "But only if you get dressed quickly."
"Then you're going to have to keep your hands to yourself, sir." I flick a soap bubble at him, laughing when it lands against his chest. "Otherwise, we won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
"Is that a challenge?" He quirks a brow at me. "Because we both know I can get you off in five minutes, Dimples. Two, if you keep calling me sir."
"Oh, really?"
His eyes darken as he presses up against me. "You know damn well how fast I can make you come, baby," he growls against my ear. "Don't make me prove it."
I slip my hand between our bodies, wrapping it around his hard cock. "Maybe I'll make you come first,sir."
He growls softly, one hand encircling my throat. Heat glitters like diamonds in his green eyes. "Do it then. Make me come all over that perfect fucking hand." His lips quirk into a dangerous, taunting smile. "But be prepared to pay for it when you do, Dimples."
My stomach dips and spins, excitement firing through me. I love this bossy, demanding side of him. He's sexy every minute of the day, but the man is downright molten when he's not playing fair.
"Mm, no thanks," I breathe, pushing him away with one hand. "I don't think I want you coming all over my hand."
His eyes glitter dangerously as I sink to my knees in front of him.
"I think I'd rather have you in my mouth."
"Fuck," he growls, wrapping his fist around my hair as I lift his cock toward my eager mouth. I lick around the head, my eyes locked with his. The muscles in his chest and abdomen flex as he stares down at me, already breathing hard.
I flick my tongue along the slit, collecting the little beads of precum already gathered there. He groans softly, his nostrils flaring.
"Fuck!" he roars, slamming his free hand back against the wall when I swoop, swallowing down as much of him as I can in one greedy move. "Goddamn, baby."
I moan around him, loving the way he stretches my lips to capacity. Loving the way he groans and growls. Loving the taste of him and how he trembles in my hands. God, there's nothing about this that isn't absolutely perfect.
I work him over with my lips and tongue, taking him as deep as I can and sucking hard. My hand drifts down to his balls, rolling them between my fingers. Even though he was just inside me an hour ago, they're heavy with his need.
"You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me, Dimples," he groans. "Christ, you suck me so goddamn good."
I moan around him, bobbing up and down on his cock. My free hand slips between my legs, my thumb strumming my clit. Pleasure rolls through me in tiny waves, each ripple growing bigger.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Play with that pretty pussy for me." His hips move in little circles, as if he can't keep himself still while he's in my mouth.
I whimper around his cock, thrusting two fingers inside myself. I'm already so damn close. I always am with him. I live right there on the edge, ready to tip over into oblivion at any given moment.
Right before I can, he hauls me up into his arms, his dick slipping from my lips. I don't even have time to protest before he's inside me, slamming me down on him hard enough to steal my breath.
A strangled cry leaves my lips anyway, my head falling back.
He fucks me like he's desperate to get me there, pounding into me in ruthless strikes that have me freefalling over the edge in a matter of seconds. His name echoes around us in the confines of the shower as I tumble…and so does mine.
He buries his face in my throat, chanting mine as he spills into me in heavy pulses, his big body trembling around me.
"You're my world, Dimples," he whispers, his gritty voice filled with so much sweetness it brings tears to my eyes. He means it. But, if I'm his world, why hasn't he asked me to stay?
For him, I would. In a heartbeat.
"We're going to thewinery?" I ask, tilting my head to look up at Ridley as we stroll hand-in-hand toward the front of the building.
"Mmhmm," he hums, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Why?"
"It's a surprise."
