Page 25 of Mr. On Your Knees
“You’re still so damn beautiful.” He chanced speaking, a part of him wanting her to chastise him again.
He was normally the dominant one during their sex, telling her what he wanted and marveling each time she decided she would give it to him. That she would give that part of herself to him in such an intimate way. He’d felt privileged and deeply aroused each time. But that was the Desi he’d known back then, this Desi who was now standing before him naked but for those fuckin shoes that were almost the color of her honey brown skin with the straps crisscrossing up her calf was a damn goddess.
Now, she stood with her legs spread slightly apart and cupped her breasts. They were so big and so heavy they spilled over her fingers, jingling as she lifted them higher. His mouth watered and his jaw dropped. In a second he would be panting like a horny beast waiting to pounce.
“Baby,” he whispered. “Can I touch you?”
Yes, he was asking the woman he’d had bent over just about every piece of furniture and surface in their apartment once upon a time, if he could put his hands on her again tonight.
She tilted her head as she stared back at him. “I had to touch myself when you were gone,” she told him. “I hated that you’d made me have to find my own pleasure when I’d loved how much better it had felt when you were with me.”
“I know,” he croaked out. “I know, baby. I was such a fool.” He wanted to literally crawl over to her, to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close. “Such a damn fool.”
Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth as she continued to knead her breasts. Then slowly, so slow the rapid beat of his heart grew to a rhythmic thump as one of her hands inched down her torso, passing the silver hoop she had in her navel and moving further south until her pink-painted nails sifted through the short dark curls of her pubic hair.
His dick was so fucking hard now he thought surely it was going to be damaged in some way whenever he finally freed it from his pants. But he didn’t move, only watched as she spread her legs a little wider, easing her fingers between her folds. His mouth watered as he inhaled her new scent, the aroused aroma of her pussy that was coincidentally still on his fingers.
“Shiiitttt,” he hissed.
“I don’t want to do it myself this time, Jared.” Her voice was a tight whisper as she continued to move her fingers between her legs and simultaneously toyed with one nipple. “Are you going to make me do it myself?”
Hell. Fucking. No!
Now, he did crawl over to her. Going down on his hands and moving toward her like he was some type of feral animal about to take its prey. He was in front of her in seconds, lifting his face to kiss over the straps of those damn sandals on one leg and then the other. He continued dropping hot kisses over her knees, then the fronts of her thighs. When he turned his face into the inside of those thick thighs he moaned and she trembled.
“Dammit!” she screamed and he immediately lifted an arm to wrap around her waist.
“I got you, baby,” he said, anchoring her so she went still in his grip. “I got you.”
And he did have her, even if it was just for tonight as she’d said before they left the lounge. He had his Desi back in his arms.
When she’d stepped back away from him, she’d moved herself closer to the wide ottoman that separated his couch from another deep-cushioned chair in the space. As he was up on his knees again now, he used his free hand to lift Desi’s leg until he could place her foot on the ottoman. Then he used this new position to drop his mouth onto the inside of that thigh, circling his tongue over her skin until she was shaking again.
“You gonna put your mouth on me baby?” she asked as her fingers continued to move between her legs.
The smacking sound of her motions echoed in his ears because if he wasn’t getting big whiffs of her arousal each time he inhaled, he could hear how wet she was with every thrust of her fingers. Both the sound and scent were driving him out of his mind.
“Move your fuckin’ hand,” he said and swatted her hand away from her pussy.
His mouth was on her before she could speak another word. And once he took her clit between his lips, only sounds fell from her mouth. Gasps and moans as she cupped the back of his head while he rotated between sucking and licking her swollen clit. Her pussy tasted so good, he was sure he could easily overdose on her. He dragged his tongue over her vulva, sucking that soft skin into his mouth before letting it fall free. Dipping his head even lower he found her center and pressed his tongue inside. She bucked against him again and hissed out his name.
“Jaaarreed! Please, baby, please.”
He continued his assault taking all the frustration he’d held in the years they’d been separated out on this delicious pussy. Her essence poured into his mouth as she hissed again and trembled in his arms. He continued to suck and lick her through her release, loving the sounds and scents that he’d missed so desperately. He’d never been able to get enough of Desi and that hadn’t changed. He wanted her as urgently tonight as he had so many nights before.
“You taste so damn good, baby. So damned good.”
“I’m gonna…f…fall,” she stammered.
“No, you’re not, sweetness. I got you.” He moved his mouth away from her then and came to his feet, while still keeping an arm around her waist.
When he could stare down at her and she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with the pleasure he’d just brought her, Jared dropped the softest kiss to her lips. He could’ve easily deepened the kiss and knew that eventually he would, but now he needed to be inside her.
“Turn around and bend over,” he murmured over her lips. And before she could decide if she was going to do as he directed or not, he’d gripped her waist with both hands and roughly turned her so that her leg fell from the ottoman and her back was facing him.
Stepping in closer to her, he wrapped one arm around her waist and inched another up until his hand fit around her neck. She dropped her head back against his chest and he leaned his face down until his mouth was at her ear. “You remember this, Desi?” he asked, his voice rough with the desire that pulsed through his veins. He tightened his grip on her neck, not so much that she wouldn’t be able to speak, but enough that she knew he was there and what was coming next.
“Yes,” she gasped.
