Page 28 of Another Round
“Then touch me like you were before and maybe you will.”
Gorgeous with her sass and brazen dare. More than willing to give both of us what we want but first I need to make her squirm some more. My grip moves to her throat. Relishing her pulse jumping under my thumb when I glide down her neck and across her clavicle. Tracing the tiny bones before I grasp the slim sleeves on her shoulders and shove the soft fabric down to her elbows. Already trapped between my legs, now her arms are forced against her sides. I groan from her being at my complete mercy as well as her lush nipples perking up exposed to the cool air. Pink, pert, and perfect for my mouth.
I lap at the left one with a flat tongue. Wetting the areola to make my teeth graze easily over the sensitized skin. She yelps in pleasure when I bite down. Hard enough to hurt in the best way possible. I repeat on the right side while I thumb the original so it doesn’t feel left out. No need for any part of her luscious body to be jealous. Each area is going to receive my full and undivided attention. I’ve waited for weeks to explore her, and I’m taking my time so both of us can enjoy every second.
With a perfect handful of breast in each palm, I nuzzle her throat. Breathing in her intoxicating scent and tasting her essence as I slowly tongue kiss across her smooth chest. Peppered with goose bumps from my affection.
Her head falls back giving me full access, and I reward her by sucking in the silky skin in the hollow of her breasts. I used to think hickeys were tacky as hell but somehow the thought of my mark on her flawless body makes me growl with a possessiveness I don’t recognize but can feel all the way to my bones. I need her, and everyone else, to know she’s mine. She belongs to me.
She must agree from the moan rasping in her throat and the kiss she places on the back of my head. But that’s not where I need her mouth. I slowly lift up so I don’t slam into her face. I only want her knocked out from being sated not from a head butt in my frenzy to fuck her.
Although I hate to let go of her glorious tits, I need to lock her down a little bit more. My fingers glide through her silky hair, winding the strands around my fist, and holding her in place. She pants against my lips trying to catch her breath. Which is good because she’s going to lose oxygen again in a few seconds. “Do you want me, trouble?”
My tight grip prevents her from nodding. I need to hear the words. To hear her say she gives herself to me. I can’t take her otherwise.
“Yes, I want you.”
Soft but sure, her voice doesn’t waver. Neither do I. “Then I’m yours.”
Confusion lines her flushed face when I release her completely and gently push her backward as I rise. Towering over her with her gorgeous face staring up at me in anticipation. That almost makes me drop to my knees with the beauty of it. I caress her cheek and she fills my palm, following my loving strokes. “Turn around.”
I accept the nod this time because I’m past the point of no return. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried when she looks over her shoulder at me to see what I’m doing. The simple act of sliding down her zipper with her exquisite body shivering under the silver metal is one of the most erotic views I’ve ever seen.
The dress drops to the floor, and she stands glorious and breathless in the pooled fabric. Waiting and watching and wondering. I end the speculation quickly. Both of her wrists fit in the circle between my thumb and forefinger. I tug down, pulling her arms taut just to the point of being uncomfortable. She must like the dominance with her head laying back on my chest and her eyes heavy with lust as she stares up at me. Only to lose her gaze when I circle around her clit. Plucking the nub like the taut string of a guitar while I whisper in her ear. Pretending an uncertainty I don’t really feel. “Should I fuck you against the door? Bend you over the counter? Maybe take you out on the balcony and let you ride me while all the tourists watch?”
Her mound pushes harder into my palm with that idea. Seeking the movement to match my words. Needing to ease the torment. I like that she’s a little bit dirty and a whole lot needy. “No naughty girl. No voyeurism for you today. You’re too sweet to tarnish…yet.”
“But Iamtrouble, remember?”
Moisture coats my hand, and I respond with my touch and my words, pushing a finger inside her. “You most definitely are…” I join that digit with another when she gasps and thrust upward seeking her g-spot. “…and I will always remember.”
Her mew of pleasure fades to a whimper of pain, and she lifts on her toes as if seeking relief from the intrusion. Fuck in the ever-living fuck. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head no. But that’s not good enough. I let my hands drop away. We can play as little or as much as she wants, but not without honesty. Not without her telling me the truth. “Don’t ever lie to me Evie. I won’t handle it well if you hide things from me.”
I utterly loathe bringing the past into our time together. But history’s marked me, the trauma scarring me permanently, and I refuse to make the same mistakes with the woman I love now. Evie swallows and nods. Understanding my message and my meaning.
“Yes, it hurt a little.”
Grateful she’s honest but disgusted I was too rough, I step back. Giving her the space she needs to feel safe. Maybe an overreaction on my part. But I’m a killer, a mercenary who takes others’ lives, and I never want her to think I don’t know where the line is. That violence is okay or something I would do to someone who doesn’t deserve it. And, especially not ever with her. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional. I would never hurt you on purpose.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” Her small hands grasp mine. A simple yet powerful gesture making the connection between us again. “I promise to tell you if it ever does again.”
I don’t like the thought of that at all. There shouldn’t be an ever again. A suspicion flickers in the back of my mind that maybe her boldness doesn’t match her experience. Sexy bravado that masks the truth of her innocence.
“Andy?”
I hate the embarrassment budding in her tone. Fragile and vulnerable standing half naked in front of me while I say and do nothing. No worse humiliation than thinking I don’t want her. I’ve already fucked that up, and I won’t do it again. I smile and look her up and down, lingering on her lacy black knickers. Groaning in admiration as I slowly drag the fabric down her legs and over her dainty feet. I draw her to me. “God damn you’re gorgeous.”
Relief quickly morphs to lust, and she initiates the next move. Just like I want her to. She controls the pace as well as me. I’m happy to let her lead this time. Which she does brilliantly, looping her finger into my shirt and tugging me down to her. Desire flooding my veins from her lips on mine. Gentle at first but when her hand slides around my neck to keep me close, I need to keep her closer.
To stay connected, I cup her face while I slowly pull my mouth from hers. Ensuring she has no doubt that I want her and I’m going to fuck her. “Two seconds love.”
I yank my shirt over my head and find her grinning at me on the other side. Utter appreciation of my body with her raised brow and long sigh as her fingers splay on my chest and slowly trail downward. Causing my cock to bounce upward again, straining in my running shorts from her attention, that he wants for himself.
“You’re gorgeous too.”
Palming her arse, I lift her up. Wanting as much of her body under my control as possible. Her tits shoved on my chest. Her pussy grinding on my cock. Her hands curled over my shoulders.
