Ben vaguely felt the pieces of mail slip from his hands as he struggled to breathe. He tried to swallow past the suddenly lump in his throat but the was no moisture left in his mouth. His cock sprang to life, hardening and throbbing between his legs, refusing to be ignored.
Damn! She looked good. Of course, he’d always believed that she was hot as hell. From the first morning he’d walked into her flower shop to buy some lillies for his mother’s birthday to just this morning when he had left her, still warm and satisfied from their lovemaking to go to work, she took his breath away.
Still, those times paled in comparison to what he was feeling now. He allowed his eyes to roam over her. He started at the top of her head. She was wearing it the way he loved best, a wild mane of curls that begged for him to lose his fingers in it. She’d done something to her lips that made them seem fuller, softer, more luscious. They seemed to be begging to be kissed. He ran his tongue over his own lips in response to the tingling that had started there. His eyes trailed down her neck until they reached her cleavage.
The red leather bustier caused her cocoa skin to glow and pushed her beautiful breasts up and out as though offering themselves to him.
Was that the edge of her nipple? He wondered.
Fuck! It was.
His palms itched to take her into his hands, to fill them with her soft, warm flesh. He loved her nipples. He could, and would, spend inordinate amounts of time sucking them, pinching them, nipping at them, until she was writhing beneath him. God, they were among the sexiest things he’d ever seen. She knew that. He told her often enough. It was probably the reason she had chosen such a low cut bodice.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If he didn’t stop, he was liable to come in his pants from just imagining the taste of her. He had it it bad.
When he opened them again, he used them to continue to skim down her body. The fabric nipped her in at the waist, giving her even more of an hourglass figure than normal. His gaze drank in the sight of her legs encased in fishnets held up by more black leather. Her panties, if you could even call them that, were miniscule at best and did nothing to hide to glistening folds of her pussy. He saw the moisture from where he stood. The scent of aroused female permeated the air. His nostrils flared as he took it in.
Knee-high black boots completed the ensemble.
Everything about the outfit screamed, ‘Fuck me’ and that was exactly what he intended to do. He just hoped that would make it to the bed in time. But really, any flat surface would do.
His dick hardened painfully until it strained against the metal of his zipper. He hissed at the uncomfortable sensation.
“So, I take it you like what you see?” A teasing smile twitched her lips.
“And I take it that you’re trying to give me a heart attack.”
She moved away from the doorway of the bedroom and walked to him. Her hips rolled with every step she took and her breasts jiggled just enough for her nipples and his eyes to play peek-a-boo. Her sherry-colored eyes were raging with hunger. A hunger he was sure was reflected in his own gaze.
His cock throbbed and he felt a drop of pre-cum coat the tip. He needed to get these jeans off and fast.
She stopped just outside the reach of his arms and he resisted the urge to growl. He wanted to snatch her up and drag her into the nearest dark space, caveman style.
“Oh, no, baby. I have plans for you tonight. I need you completely healthy.”
He liked the sound of that. He had some ideas of his own.
“You look amazing.”
Her lashes came down to cover gaze. “Do you think so?”
“Completely fuckable,” he said because he knew how much his talking dirty turned her on. He remembered the first time he’d used it in bed. Her pussy had clenched so tightly around his dick, he’d almost come from that alone.
This time was no different. He saw the pulse at the base of her neck jump, the instinctive swallow, and the hitch in her breathing.
“That’s good. Because fucking was just what I had in mind.”
That was the last straw. He reached for her but she danced out of his way.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she chided, wagging her finger at her. “No touching. Not until I say so.”
He raised an eyebrow. Well, well, well. This was new. He was intrigued despite the fact that his dick was urging him to ignore her words and throw her over his shoulder. Another, more reasonable, part of him wanted to wait to see how this played itself out. He considered himself a sexual dominant. It was something that he accepted and enjoyed. It was something that both he and Audrey liked.
The idea of giving her control, or at least the illusion of control, was heady.
He allowed his hands to drop to his side.
He watched the flare of satisfaction, followed by one of uncertainty flash through her eyes. She licked her lips. The growl rumbled deep in his throat.
“Are you hungry?”
His dick twitched. “Starving,” he rumbled.
She cocked her food. “But not for food.”
“I don’t know. I consider your sweet little cunt a tasty enough dessert.”
“I need to turn off the stove.”
She turned away. This time he did groan aloud. The thong disappeared through the cheeks of her ass. He wanted to bite each one.
She tossed him a flirtatious smile over her shoulder.
He trailed behind her and watched as she turned off the stove. She surprised him when she bent over to open the oven and check on the food. The position allowed him a full view of her cunt.
He sucked in a breath.
“I want to fuck you. Right here. Just like that. With you bent over, showing me that hot, tight pussy.”
She straightened up. She was breathing heavy. Her eyes were languorous and she gazed up at him through her lashes.
“Maybe later. I have plans for you. Special plans.”
“Then we better get started because if I’m not inside of you soon then I can’t be responsible for my actions.”
She glided to him and held out her hand. “Let’s get started.”
He grabbed onto her and used it to jerk her to him. She gasped and it gave him all the opening he needed. He crushed his mouth to her, thrusting his tongue deep into her until it tangled with hers.
He groaned into her. She tasted sweet, like cinnamon and chocolate, his two favorite flavors. He devoured her mouth, eating at her lips and tongue. He used hips teeth, his tongue, anything he could to get the taste of her in his mouth, on his skin, anywhere he could. He wanted to be as close to her as possible.
He held her to him so that he could grind his erection against the softness of her stomach, seeking some relief. He ran his hands over the supple leather that covered her back. But that wasn’t enough. He needed to have her flash in his hands. He let his hands wander further until they reached her bottom. He caught her cheeks in his hands and used them to lift her higher until his raging hard on was aligned with the junction of her thighs.
They both groaned at the contact.
It took a few seconds to realize that her hands were on his shoulders only they weren’t pulling him closer, they were pushing him away. He ended the kiss. Reluctantly.
“Bedroom,” she gasped when she could get some air.
“Here,” he countered and bent to kiss her again. She placed a hand over his heart.
“Please.” He looked down at her. Her eyes echoed the plea in her voice.
He tightened his grip on her bottom and closed his eyes to try to regain some composure.
He released her.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
She reached for his hands, entwining their fingers. This time he allowed her to lead him to the bedroom.
He stepped inside and it was like stepping inside an erotic fantasy. Candle lit every corner of the room. Their muted glow reflected on the black satin sheets on the bed. The duvet had been turned down and rose petals covered the entire bed.
He wasn’t aware that she had dropped his hand until she was standing in front of the bed. Her back was to him so he couldn’t see what she was doing until she turned back to him.
He hissed when he got a good look at her.
In one hand she held a riding crop. A pair of handcuffs dangled from the fingers of her other hand.
She watched him with a guarded gaze.