Page 40 of Mr. Delicious
But that was all I had time to register before Mr. Delicious claimed my lips again.
“I’m going to taste you everywhere,” he whispered against my lips. “And play out every single fantasy I’ve ever had of you.”
God in heaven. No one had ever said anything like that to me. I’d never been with anyone who was even brave enough to admit something like that.
“Fantasies? Of me?” I had to ask. “What do we do?”
The wicked, dirty, smile on his face told me everything. “I’ll show you.”
He turned me around and pulled the zipper down my dress, allowing it to drift down to my feet, and then he unhooked my bra, but he didn’t take it off until he turned me back to face him.
That darkness filled his eyes again as he peeled my bra away releasing the heft of my breasts.
I was comfortable with my body, but I wouldn’t pretend that I was comfortable now standing in front of him wearing nothing but my panties and heels.
With the intense need we’d had to devour one another, I was surprised at the control he exerted as he stared at me.
Something slowed in our pace at that moment, becoming almost dreamlike.
AJ then walked around me, his eyes assessing and taking in every inch of my body, burning everything they touched.
He returned to face me, biting the inside of his lip, then ran his tongue ever so slightly over them when his gaze dropped to my painfully puckered nipples. Reaching out, he filled his large palms with my breasts making my nipples tighten to hard points.
He stepped closer, eyes boring into mine. “You’re beautiful Wren. Beautiful and better than perfect.”
I was glad he thought so because I felt tired from the stress and problems that had been thrown at me.
“Thank you.” I breathed, trying to calm my heart.
That wicked, predatory glint sparked in his eyes again and he lowered to kiss my neck.
My entire body tingled, then set on fire as he kissed his way to the valley between my breasts and his mouth closed over my right nipple.
He started sucking at the tip. Sucking like he really could taste me. Molding and shaping, kneading then tugging. I felt the pull between my legs and almost crumbled.
I hadn’t had that done in years, and I’d happily take that if that was all he did with me tonight. My brain literally shut down any cohesive thought and my breathing stilled, becoming shallow. Before I could recover he moved to suck the neglected breast, his tongue curling around my nipple to lick and suck.
“Do you like that? I’ve been dreaming of sucking your tits all day.”
The soft moans of pleasure that escaped my lips answered his question. He lifted me again and carried me over to the king size bed set in the middle of the room. Placing me in the center of it, he took off his shirt, and shrugged out of his pants and boxers, releasing the full length of his cock. I sucked in a breath when I saw it because he was massive, and I had to wonder if he’d actually fit inside me.
I wanted to savor him the way he did me, to look at the display of Japanese characters tattooed down the side of his abs and the edge of his arms, but he didn’t give me the chance. He moved over me, coming back to my lips, then paralyzed me with kisses all the way down to my stomach and over my thighs.
“AJ!” I moaned his name, desire thick on my tongue, as he nibbled on the sensitive skin inside of my thighs. He stopped and looked up at me with something I couldn’t quite read in his eyes, but the look was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.
Nothing could have prepared me for his next move. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric of my panties, backwards and forwards, then moved away the lace so he could slip his fingers inside my core. I sucked in a sharp breath.
He made a hungry sound in the back of his throat, groaning at the wetness, hot in my core.
He smiled dark and deadly and growled, “I knew you would be wet for me.”
I let out a groan loud and desperate showing my need as he slid in and out ,hitting my clit. Slow then fast, and faster. And faster making tortured moans fall from my lips.
That wicked smile crept back in and my lips parted in surprise when he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them.
“Fuck, Wren. You taste so good. I have to lick every last drop clean from your sweet little pussy.”
And, just when I thought I couldn’t bear anymore of the intense pleasure, he slid my panties down my legs and bent down to press his tongue into my entrance.
