Page 65 of Words I Couldn't Say
I steepled my fingers, drinking in the gorgeous sight of her. Oh yeah, I was definitely hungry. And, by the devilish gleam in her eyes, I could tell she wanted this just as badly as I did. She took a step forward, but I held a hand up, stopping her in her tracks.
“Before we have dessert, Ava, there’s just one thing.”
She arched an eyebrow. “What’s that, Tucker?”
My eyes perused her delectable body. “You’re quite overdressed.”
Her eyes met mine, and she gave me a playful grin. “Is that so?”
I nodded.
“How would you have me remedy the situation, then?”
“Strip.”
The one word had come out so forceful that it nearly caught me off guard. It caught Ava off guard, as her expression changed from playful to shocked. Surprise flashed in her eyes, but a split second later, it turned into steel reserve. That was my Ava. Ever confident. Ever willing. Never one to say no to a challenge.
I reclined back in my chair as she set her chin. She locked her gaze on mine as she slipped her spaghetti straps down her shoulders in a deliberately unhurried fashion. She pushed her dress down, freeing her bra-clad breasts and shimmying until her dress was a pool of material at her feet.
Ava stood before me in a teal bra and matching panties. Without my even asking, she turned in a circle, painstakingly slow, showing off the delicious curves life had blessed her with. Her breasts were swollen, a perfect handful, perky yet soft enough that I’d gladly rest my head on them for the rest of my life. Her tiny waist flared into womanly hips, perfect for child-rearing, and if I had my way, I’d talk her into having my kid sooner rather than later.
Fuck. The thought of Ava rounded and swollen, carrying our child, had my dick hard as a rock.
“Like what you see?”
Her voice was sultry, seductive, and when my eyes met hers, I knew I wasn’t going to last.
Fuck me. My cock strained against my pants. It was so hard that it ached as it begged me to spring across the desk and bury into her with relentless thrusts until she was screaming my name. But my girl wanted to eat and I agreed--ladies first.
I just hoped that my dick could hold out long enough for me to fuck her senseless on my desk. It wouldn’t be easy, not with her exquisite mouth working to suck me dry, but fuck if I wouldn’t try.
“Oh yeah, baby. I hope you’re hungry. Get over here and suck my cock.”
Her eyes widened as her pretty, pink lips formed a surprised O. I’d never been like this with her, but as I was learning, there was a first for everything. Especially when it came to her.
When we’d finished filming early, I had been eager to get to Tucker, ready to start our date early. This past week—heck, the past month—had been insane. I’d basically moved in after we’d become official, because if our time was limited, I wanted to spend every second I could with him. We shot for fourteen, sometimes sixteen, hours a day. By the time I made it home to him, I was exhausted. It felt like we were ships passing in the night. Not exactly what I had expected for our new relationship. No, not new. Renewed.
Even with my filming schedule, things truly were amazing. He was sweet, attentive, and always leaving me sweet notes around the house. He’d sneak in my trailer to drop off my favorite tea or leave flowers to let me know he was thinking of me. That was Tucker. He was always the sweetheart. It was part of what had made me fall for him. I loved that he wore his heart on his sleeve, and hell, at times, I even wondered if he was too good to be true.
But then, in his office, when he gruffly ordered me around and told me to suck his cock? I was wetter than I’d ever been for him. He was playing a role, and he played it well. I’d definitely be asking him for it in the future.
It had been a couple of nights since we had been intimate, and I was craving him. Tanner had let me know he was at the office, so I’d decided to pay him a visit to give him a preview of what was to come that night. Little had I known that Tucker would take the preview and want the whole she-bang, too.
Not that I was complaining.
He’d nearly dismissed me when I’d first knocked on the door. Undeterred, I’d entered anyway, but he hadn’t even looked up to see who had dared to interrupt him. I’d taken a moment to study him, marveling at how incredibly sexy he was in a tight-fitting tee that showcased his bulging biceps. The muscles in his forearms flexed as he shuffled stacks of paperwork. My mouth had watered at the sight of him, and I had announced my presence, which was how I found myself standing before him in nothing but my bra and my panties, waiting for his next command.
Before Tucker, I’d never considered myself particularly sexual, but with him, I had zero inhibitions. I’d do anything he wanted, and I’d feel confident doing them. That’s why, when Tucker had ordered me to strip, I’d given only the slightest hesitation. When I’d slipped the straps down my shoulders, I swear he licked his lips. The act had awoken the stripper inside me, and I’d undressed in a deliberate fashion that I’d hoped would drive him wild.
I hadn’t thought I’d be the type to enjoy that whole alpha-male, order-me-around thing, but when Tucker told me to suck his cock? Yeah, my panties were soaked. I was aroused beyond belief. A different kind of hunger took over, and I no longer just wanted to blow him. I wanted him inside me.
“Tucker…” I breathed as wanton heat coursed through my body at the way he was hungrily raking his eyes over every inch of my body. “Change of plans. Not so hungry anymore.”
His eyebrows rose. “No?”
I shook my head. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now. I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.”
