Page 34 of Room for Improvement

Vivian sucked in a shaky breath. His plans had better not involve any form of restraint. Sure, she’d fantasized about cuffing Bryce earlier, and she wasn’t entirely against it, but those sorts of things only came when trust had been fully established. Fancy hotel suite and all, but she wasn’t going to let a man who was barely past being a stranger tie her up.

Bryce must have read the expression of worry on her face. He came to her placing soft reassuring kisses on her lips. “I wasn’t thinking anything too kinky. You must feel safe with me at all times. I was going to suggest you might like to be serviced by me while I am still dressed. You would be naked on the bed, and my face would be between your legs.”

She let out the breath she had been holding. If he only knew that this was one of her favorite stories, the sort of sensual encounter she fantasized about while she pleasured herself at night. A fully dressed man between her thighs.Yes, please.And with a gorgeous hunk of a man like Bryce, it would be a million times hotter than anything her imagination could create. Her sex throbbed its approval.

“I would like that very much, Bryce.” When she added a breathy, “Please,” he licked his lips.

“Take off your bra and panties, Vivian, but leave the heels on. I want to feel them digging into my back when I fuck you.”

Holy mother…oh god. Whatever I did to deserve tonight, let me do it again.

His lust filled gaze never left hers as she unhooked the strapless bra, and then stepped out of her underwear. Vivian dared not look at the panties, knowing full well they were a sodden mess. No man had ever made her feel this wanton, this powerful.

Not until Bryce Jones.

He lay her back on the bed and gently spread her bare legs.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

She closed her eyes, clutching at the soft bamboo sheets as Bryce’s tongue delved deep into her sex. He parted her soft folds then paused to blow cool air on her exposed bud. Vivian whimpered. Her back arched off the bed. A firm hand settled on her stomach, holding her down.

Oh my god.

She’d had sex plenty of times before, but nothing like this. The man kneeling on the floor in front of her was a master of the art of pleasuring a woman. His tongue work had her seeing stars. When he sucked hard on her clit, Vivian’s grip on the bedsheets tightened. Her hands balled into fists as he slipped two fingers deep into her sex and began to stroke.

Any minute now, she was going to explode.

Her fingers grasped at his hair. “Slow down, please Bryce.” As much as her body screamed for release, she wanted more. They had all night.

His lips left her body and from somewhere his voice drifted to her ears. “Is this how you want to come Vivian, or would like me inside you?”

Ride that horse hard.

He had better have a huge cache of condoms or she was going to be in serious trouble. “Protection,” she whispered.

“Of course.”

He rose to his feet, produced a condom from his pants pocket, and smoothed it over his hardened cock, still exposed from when Vivian had unzipped him earlier.

“Consider tonight as a long banquet, one with many courses. This is but the first time I will have you, Vivian. I want you to come in every way possible.”

And with those words, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Vivian barely had time to gather her thoughts before Bryce drew her roughly to her knees. He slipped three fingers into her sex, the stretch giving her a pleasurable burn. Vivian shuddered as he worked her tight clasp deeply once more, bringing her closer to climax. “Please, Bryce,” she begged.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

“Please. Such perfect manners,” murmured Bryce, continuing to stroke her sex. He blazed a heated trail of desire down her spine; it was a mix of hot kisses and teasing nips with his teeth. She would bear the marks of his sexual conquest in the morning.

His last bite was a sharp one on the flesh of her ass. Vivian gasped. “Bryce!” He might well behave as a gentleman outside of bed, but there was a wild side to him. And she loved it.

“Are you ready to be claimed, or would like more of my teeth? Your fine ass could definitely take a few more bites.” His laugh was deep, dirty, and spoke of a wicked mind.

“I need to be fucked.”

“As you wish. Prepare yourself.”

Vivian barely had time to steady herself before Bryce sheathed himself deep in her body. Her greedy sex took every inch of his cock. The muscles of her inner walls clenched, and he groaned. “You do need to be fucked. Now, how shall we proceed for this first encounter, slow and steady or hard and fast?”

There was no doubt in her mind how she wanted this, how she wanted him.

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