Page 86 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
I swearat this moment in time that I’m the luckiest man in the whole fucking universe.
How could I not be? I finally kicked Hiram’s fucking ass, have a solid business, a place in Clarendon Tower where I can operate it from...and I got the girl. That’s right—I got the fucking girl.
Take note, writers—this is the way you should wrap up a fucking romance novel.
“What are you thinking about?” Serena purrs into my ear, her fingers gently running down the length of my tie. Leaning back against the elevator, I lace one arm around her waist and pull her in. As I feel her body pressed against mine, her scent climbing up into my brain, I feel something inside me stir.
Something wild and hungry.
“I’m thinking about the many ways in which I’m going to fuck you,” I whisper, turning around and pushing her back against the wall. Our eyes remain locked, and I lean in until our lips are almost touching...but I don’t kiss her. I just let that electricity build up between the two of us, right up until the magnetic pull is too strong to fight off.
“Is that a promise?”
“You bet,” I reply, my hands going down the side of her body. I feel the soft fabric of her dress under my fingertips, and I hold my breath as I imagine ripping the whole fucking thing off her petite body.
Oh, the things I wanna do to this woman.
Luckily (or, well, not so luckily), the elevator doors slide open then.
“Come,” I tell her, the tone of my voice making that one-word sound more like a command than a request.
“Oh, I must definitely will come,” she laughs, but obeys eagerly all the same, trailing after me as I head straight to my apartment’s door. Doing it as fast as I can, I open the door and step inside, pulling her after me.
The moment we’re both inside, I close the door and slam her against it.
“Tell me that you’re mine.” Holding her by the wrists, I pin her arms over her head and lay my lips on her neck, savoring her skin.
“You already know I am,” she pants, arching her back and pushing her breasts against me. Through the fabric of her dress, I can feel her perky nipples brushing against my body, and that sets off something inside me.
Moving fast, I bend over slightly and place one arm behind her knees and another on her lower back. I pick her up from the floor and, with just a few steps, I make my way toward the bedroom. I kick off my shoes as I throw her on top of the bed, and then I climb on top of her, my mouth desperately looking for hers.
It doesn’t matter how many times I have her—with Serena, I always want more and more...and then, just for good measure, some fucking more.
It’s funny. I used to be the kind of guy that would get obsessed about success and making money, and women were nothing than a sideshow to me. A distraction; a welcome one, sure, but a distraction nonetheless.
But with Serena...somehow, she has managed to make her way into my heart, and now she’s living there rent-free. And that’s exactly how I want it to be. How Ineedit to be.
“I love you so fucking much, Serena,” I whisper as I push her dress down her body, my cock hardening up even more as I take in the sight of her half-naked body, her lace thong and bra the only barrier between me and her body.
“I want you to show it to me,” she teases me, her fingers carefully undoing the buttons on my shirt. Untucking it, she then pushes it down my shoulders and takes one hand straight to my crotch, curling her fingers around my hard cock. “You’re going to show me, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I am, you can bet on that.”
Turning her around on the bed, I unclasp her bra and pull it off. She motions to turn around again, but I just lay my forearm across her lower back and pin her against the mattress. “Don’t move,” I whisper against her ear as I brush her hair to the side. Planting gentle kisses on her neck, I allow my mouth to slowly climb down the length of her spine, the tip of my tongue tracing a slow descending line over her body.
When I finally get to her thong, I use my teeth to grab at the fabric and slowly peel it off of her. As the rising curve of her ass cheeks comes into sight, her body now fully naked, I have to take a deep breath so I can control myself.
“You can turn around now,” I tell her, and she does it lazily, gifting me with a smile as she looks into my eyes. Kneeling between her legs, I reach for her breasts and brush my thumbs over her nipples. I squeeze her breasts softly, her flesh shifting under my fingers, and only then do I lean in.
I lay gentle kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her, while the scent of her wetness washes away whatever rationality still lives inside my head. Using the tip of my tongue, I reach for her clit and close my eyes as her flavor inundated me.
The plan was for me to tease her into a sweet oblivion, but forget about it—there’s no way I’ll be able to control myself tonight.
Tonight, I want to devour her.
Holding her knees with my hands, I dive in and suck her clit into my mouth, gently circling it with my tongue. I suck her inner lips softly, running my tongue along their length, and I drink up all of her wetness with a kind of desperate need.
