Page 77 of An Inconvenient Marriage
I had to make it stop.
Tearing my mouth away from Natalie’s, I spun her around so her back was to my front. Stepping in close, I trailed my fingers down her arms and circled her wrists.
“I believe we have some unfinished business.”
I tightened my hold and guided her hands to the side of the stool.
“Hold on.”
Natalie’s chest rose and fell in time with her rapid breathing. I didn’t even have to touch her to know she was as turned on as I was, and as desperately as I wanted her to explode around my fingers, I wanted to prolong it even more.
I wanted her needy and desperate.
Wanted her to beg for me.
I just hoped I lasted long enough to enjoy the torture, because at this rate, I was pretty sure I was going to make a mess inside my pants just by looking at her.
Trying my best to keep my hormones under control, I reached over her and grabbed the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it up. The more of her legs I exposed, the more she shifted in her seat.
Seemed like we had the needy bit checked off, now I just had to make her desperate. So instead of tugging the material up completely, I let go of it and shoved my hands down the front of her dress.
And heaven help me, I almost lost it when I found out she wasn’t wearing a bra. How had I not noticed this earlier? But then again, if I had, we wouldn’t have been able to clear a few things up.
“Naughty, naughty,” I rasped, scraping my palms over her hard nipples. “Did you do this just to tease me?”
She arched into me, and one of those sexy little whimpers I liked to hear filled the air. But it was gone far too soon, leaving me with no other choice than to pinch a nipple between my fingers.
“Oh,” she moaned again.
“The sounds you make are music to my ears. Your moans and whimpers a sweet, sweet melody for my black soul. But you know what I really want?” Another pinch, this one harder.
Natalie spread her legs and arched her back deeper into my touch. Her breathing had become so labored, I barely heard the stuttering “What” fall from her lips.
Fuck me, I loved the desperation in her voice. It was my own personal brand of crack. I was addicted, and I wanted more. So instead of answering her, I kept working on her glorious breasts.
Molding, massaging, and tweaking until she grew so needy, her hips rocked on the stool. I doubted she even knew she was doing it. Her body just took over and sought out the friction it needed.
Now if I were a better man, I would have given it to her. But since I wasn’t, I doubled my efforts on her breasts and pressed my mouth against her neck.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” She nodded furiously.
I licked the spot just below her ear. “All you have to do is ask.”
I pinched both nipples at the same time, and Natalie almost shot off her seat.
“Zach, please?”
“Please what?”
Because I was so close, I could see her tongue snake out over her bottom lip.
“Make me come. Please.”
“Gladly.”
Twisting her face toward mine, I sucked her hot little tongue into my mouth at the exact time I pushed two fingers inside her. She was so ready for me, I knew I’d have her clenching around my fingers in less than a few minutes.
