Page 105 of Eye of the Hurricane
I do as he says, I peel the tights down my legs and leave them in a pile on the floor.
“Come up here,” he instructs, patting the bed next him. “I want you next to me so I can touch you,” he says, showing me where he wants me. I sit on my knees exactly where he pointed to.
He runs a hand down the curve of my back, over my ass, and under my skirt. “If you changed your mind I can think of plenty of other things I’d like to do with you,” he coaxes.
“No, I want to. You just have to tell me how you like it.”
“Put your mouth on it.” I bend further forward, brushing my lips against the tip. He lets out a strangled groan. I place a kiss where the smudge of my lipstick is and his eyes roll back.
“Your tongue… use your tongue,” he pants out. I swipe my tongue at the base.
“Here?” I ask. He doesn’t answer, he just huffs a heavy breath. I move up an inch and do the same thing. “Or here?” He groans, still not saying a word. Another inch upward, I do it one more time. This time his huff of breath is more frustrated. “Or is it here?”
“You’re teasing. Be a good girl and put it in your mouth.” I do what he says and his head tips back in ecstasy. I look up at him through my lashes and he pulls his lip between his teeth.
Seeing him weaken at my touch is the ego boost of the century. The most cool, calm, and collected guy I know throwing his head back at the touch of my lips.
His fingers slip between my folds, dragging front and back a few times before finally sinking in. I moan, causing a vibration around him. Which in turn causes him to curse under his breath.
“You look so pretty, baby. I’m not going to last long like this,” he pants. It comes out like a warning, something that should make me back off. Instead, it just spurs me on.
His fingers curl into that familiar spot and I feel like I’ve been lit on fire. It feels like we’re nearing a cliff end and the brakes have gone out. We’re both about to be driven off of it.
I take him out of my mouth with a loud pop. Half-lidded eyes watch me carefully as I lick my way back up and put him back in my mouth. Along with a loud grunt, his free hand wraps in my hair while the other one keeps thrusting in and out of me.
Pleasure sparks low in my stomach, tightening and sparking with increased intensity. I can no longer control the sounds coming from my mouth. Neither can he, apparently.
“Do you want it in your mouth, honey?” I nod, looking up at him. He lets out a ragged breath and drops his thumb over my clit. The first point of contact feels like I wrapped my hand around a lightning rod.
“Come with me,” he demands. I nod again. And I do. We tumble over the edge together.
“Show me,” he says, grabbing my jaw. I pop my mouth open to show him nothing inside. “Fuck,” he groans.
“So that’s how you feel about the costume?” I ask with a laugh. I lay down next to him.
“You think I’m done with you, honey? That’s just how I feel about the halo,” he says with a laugh.
“I thought guys were kinda one and done.”
“So did I, turns out it’s pretty easy to get it up again when you’re in my bed,” he says turning over to kiss me.
“You’re great for the ego,” I tell him. He laughs.
“Get up, heels on.”
“Heels on?” I ask, surprise heavy in my voice.
“Heels on.” His tone is stern, like it isn’t a request. And for some reason, that adds to the pleasure of it all for me.
I stand up from the bed and slide my white heels back on. He watches from the bed with a smug smile on his face. Finally, he stands and joins me, standing next to the bed.
“Bend over the bed. Put your arms behind your back,” he instructs. I lean my chest over the bed until my upper body is flush to the mattress. He slides his foot between my heels and knocks them apart, causing me to spread them.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, standing to the side to look at my face.
“Yes,” there is zero hesitation in my voice. It’s not even a question. I don’t know if there’s a person I trust more.
“Do you know what a safe word is?” he asks. I scoff.
