Page 52 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
He sets me down beside his bed, his fingers working easily to undo the buttons running down the front of my dress. When he gets to the last one, I let the dress fall down my shoulders to pool at my ankles.
“Fuck.” The word is a throaty exhale. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
“You’re wearing too much.” I tug at his t-shirt, the cotton soft between my fingers. It’s one of his favorites, the black color more of a charcoal gray after enduring too many washes.
He chuckles and hooks his thumbs into the back of the collar, yanking it over his head. I glide my hands over his smooth stomach, gently trailing my fingers down the hair starting at his navel, but not reaching the end since his pants are still annoyingly on.
He grabs my hands in his, placing them back at my sides.
Angling my head up with a gentle press of his fingers beneath my chin, he says, “You’re mine to do with what I want right now. That means you keep your hands to yourself.”
My pussy clenches with desire at the command in his voice.
“But I have such a difficult time doing what I’m told,” I challenge.
He chuckles warmly, skimming his lips against my cheek. Tugging my earlobe between his teeth, he growls, “That’s fine. Punishing you is fun, too.”
He palms my ass, pulling me against him so my core lines up with his thigh.
He dives for my lips. The kiss is deliciously hot as his fingers tangle in my hair, and he holds me tight.
My body responds instantly, melting into him. My fingers itch to grab onto him, but I don’t want to defy him.
Yet.
His fingers skim up my spine, never breaking the kiss, until he finds the clasp of my bra, deftly unsnapping it. He tugs the garment down my arms letting it drop to the hardwood floor.
“Hold still.” He gets to his knees, looping his fingers into the elastic on my waist. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slides my underwear down. He places a kiss on my left hipbone, then my right. He angles his head back, staring up at me. “How did I get so lucky that you’re mine?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he spreads my legs, and his mouth closes over my core.
My head falls back, a gasp passing through my lips.
He moves his mouth with expert skill, having learned long ago what I like and how to use it to his advantage.
My fingers fold into fists, my nails digging into the palms of my hands to keep from allowing myself to tug on his hair. I know crescent shaped indents will be left there.
A moan crawls up my throat as he sucks on my clit. “Please, let me touch you.”
I hate that I’m begging, but he knows not being able to touch him is pure torture for me. The bastard.
His mouth leaves my core and I mewl in protest. “No.”
The one word, biting and firm, before he licks my core again. My thighs shake despite his steady hold on them. I allow mybody to bow over his, my hair falling forward to skim his naked back, but my hands stay firmly at my sides.
“Fuck, you taste good.” His voice rumbles against me, his breath against my pussy sending tiny pulses through my body.
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond and doesn’t stop again either until an orgasm leaves my body trembling. He holds my waist in his hands to steady me as he stands from the floor. When he knows I’m not going to fall over he takes my cheeks in his hands, lowering his mouth over mine. I taste myself on his lips as he kisses me. His erection pushes against my stomach and I can’t help myself when my hand strokes the shape of it still trapped by his jeans and boxer-briefs.
He smiles against my mouth and takes a step away. Angling his head down to me in challenge, he growls, “You shouldn’t have done that.” I press my lips together so I don’t grin, but he knows anyway. He always does. He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, staring down at me for a moment. “You’re trouble.”
He presses his lips against my neck in a gentle kiss. A gasp bursts between my lips when he bites down on the same spot he so sweetly touched before. It’s bound to leave a mark come tomorrow.
“Turn around.”
I do what I’m told, another gasp stealing from my throat when he pushes me roughly onto the bed. My nipples are sensitive and the brush of fabric against them has me biting my lip.
His body heat encompasses me as he leans over so his lips meet my ear. His jeans brush against the back of my thighs and I try not to shiver. “Bad girls get punished.”
