Page 16 of Something Borrowed
He circles me and I feel like his prey. Lust shoots to my core and my panties get even wetter.
Pushing my hair over one shoulder, he drops his lips to my neck and trails kisses down to the top of the zip. Painfully slowly, he pulls it down. My body shivers as the fabric tickles over my skin where I’m hyperaware of everything he’s doing.
His breath catches when he pushes my dress from my shoulders and it pools at my feet, revealing my burgundy lingerie.
His fingers trail around my waist as he walks back around to my front. His cock’s already rock hard again and tenting his boxers, but his focus is solely on me. Reaching behind him, he grabs the rose.
“You’re going to remember tonight forever,” he promises.
I flinch when the soft petals of the rose touch my stomach. He runs it along the edge of my panties and a soft whimper falls from my lips. He trails it up my body, between my breasts, making my nipples pucker against the lace, begging to be released.
“It’s been ten years since I touched you. Can you imagine how many different ways I’ve imagined doing this?”
“I…I have a rough idea,” I admit, having had my own fantasies over the years.
“All of them end with you screaming my name and begging me for more. Do you think you can do that?”
“I think I already have.”
“Hmm, so you have.”
His fingers find the clasp on my bra and he peels it away from my body. The cool air makes my nipples harder still. He circles me once again, the rose tickling my skin and driving me to insanity. I want his hands, his mouth, his— My thoughts are cut off as the rose brushes my nipple. “Oh God.”
“You think I could make you come like this?”
“I don’t…maybe…I…fuck.”
“What about like this?” Leaning forward, his tongue teases the tip of my nipple. My entire body stiffens as pleasure builds within me. I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt like this before. I swear my body is on the verge of exploding with the pressure.
He gives the other the same treatment before going back to the rose. “Freddie, please,” I moan as it passes my belly button and teases me over the lace.
“More?”
“So much more, please,” I beg.
Dropping the rose to the floor, he takes my breasts in his hands and sucks one nipple into his mouth.
“Yesss,” I hiss, his tongue circling and driving me crazy.
“I never could say no to you.”
He kisses, licks, and sucks over my breasts before dropping down my stomach. Heat floods my core in anticipation and my body trembles for the release he’s keeping from me.
“Do you taste as sweet as I remember, Bryony?”
I mumble something incoherent as he wraps his fingers around the sides of my panties and tugs. They fall down around my shoes and Freddie leans into me. His hands land on my thighs and encourage me to open for him, and I do in an instant.
“Oh fuck,” I cry when his tongue finds my clit. My knees threaten to buckle, but he must sense it because he lifts his hands and holds my ass. His tongue delves deeper and I cry out in pleasure.
“Even fucking sweeter,” he says, his wide smile splitting his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kissing back up my body, his lips find mine. I groan when my own taste explodes on my tongue. “Fucking sweet, right?” he mumbles, but I’m too lost in his kiss to reply.
With our lips still connected, he turns us and gently lowers me to the bed before dropping his boxers. Climbing between my legs, he pulls back and looks down at me. The love pouring from his eyes has tears burning the back of my throat. How did I ever think I was going to be able to deny him?
I drop my eyes from his and run them down his chest, abs, and to his cock that he’s rubbing against my clit. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch intently as he presses inside me. My eyes flutter closed as the sensation engulfs my body.
When I open them again, my back is on the mattress and Freddie is slowly thrusting inside me, his eyes locked on mine.
