Page 85 of Call Me Anytime
I turn swiftly, still keeping his arms around my waist, and stand up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his mouth. “It’s not.”
“Good,” he says, smiling against my lips and tugging me even closer to his body.
We’re so close that the belt buckle of his jeans is pushing into my belly, and my breasts are pressed against his chest.
And all I can think about is the one thing I haven’t stopped thinking about since he put his mouth on me in my bedroom.
“I want you,” I whisper and kiss him again.
He doesn’t respond, but he most certainly reacts. His hands beneath my ass, he lifts me up and urges my legs to wrap around his waist. He kisses me as he moves us out of the kitchen into another part of his fancy apartment.
And he doesn’t stop kissing me as he walks us into his bedroom and lays me down on his bed. The mattress is soft against my back, and I moan when he starts to fiddle with the sheer shirt that’s tucked into my jeans.
It’s gone after two more kisses, along with my heels and pants. And once he removes my bra and underwear, and I’m lying there on his bed, completely naked, he stands up to start removing his own clothes.
The lights of his bedroom are on, bright as they can be, and I don’t feel a single ounce of insecurity as his gaze rakes over my body. If anything, I feel ... more. More desire. More want. More need.
He slides his boots off, his gaze still caressing my skin, and once his T-shirt is thrown to the floor, he starts the process of removing his jeans and briefs.
I can’t stop myself from looking at him, atallof him, and I silently wonder what good things I’ve done in my life to deserve this gorgeous, mouthwatering specimen of a man standing in front of me like this.
His cock is hard, jutting out from his body like it’s already trying to find its way to me, as Dom just stands there, taking time to look at my face and my breasts and my thighs.
“Hannah, I swear, you’re so damn beautiful it hurts.” He takes one of his big hands and strokes himself as he stares at me, and I swear on everything holy that it is the hottest visual I’ve ever seen. “So damn beautiful I think I could come right here without even touching you.”
“Dom,” I whimper, my body getting impatient and my hips bucking forward as a delicious, pulsating ache stirs from my belly to my pussy to my toes. “Please.”
He climbs onto the bed, his body now hovering over mine, and he doesn’t stop until our faces are mere inches apart. I lick my lips, searching his warm gaze, and when I move my hips up toward his, a moan escapes my throat as the tip of his cock just barely brushes my clit.
He kisses me again and I savor the way he tastes and the way his tongue feels when it’s dancing with mine. My nipples grow hard against his chest and my hips keep moving up toward his in uncontrollable jolts.
His cock is right there, so close to where I want to feel him, but every time I almost manage to get the tip pressed right at my entrance, he pulls away.
“Please,” I beg, no shame in my desperation game. I am so aroused, so insanely turned on, that if I had to leave right now, I don’t even think I’d be able to walk. “I want you inside me.”
His breath gets choppy, and I actually feel his cock jerk against my body.
“Hannah, are you sure?” he asks, and I nod, brushing my mouth against his with each motion.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything in my life.”
“You think or you know?”
“I know, Dom,” I whisper and press my lips to his. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
He groans against my mouth and deepens the kiss in a way that makes my head want to spin straight off my neck. The whole time, his hands move up and down my skin, touching my thighs and my belly, my arms and my neck and my hair. When he starts to pull away, I reach out and try to grab his biceps to keep him there.
“Dom,” I beg, but he just smiles at me, shaking his head.
“Hannah, you’re not ready yet.”
“No no no,” I refute as he starts to move his body down mine. “I’m ready, Dom. I’m so ready. I’ve never been more ready in my life.”
“Hannah.” He rests his chin on my mound. “I want you too. Fuck, do I want you,” he says, and lifts his head to blow a warm breath across my skin. “But I’m not going to slide my cock inside you until I know you’re ready. I’m not going to slide my cock inside you until you’re fucking drenched.”
He doesn’t give me any time to respond. His mouth is on my pussy, and his lips and tongue are licking and sucking and caressing me in ways that make my head fall back. It’s intense, his mouth on me like this, and I have to reach up and grab my breasts in my hands to feel like I have some control over my body.
But the thread of that control starts to fray when I feel his tongue deep inside me, caressing the walls of my core. And that control snaps in half when his mouth latches on to my clit and sucks at me with firm but gentle pressure that I feel in every single nerve ending.
