Butterface (The Hartigans #1)(39)
He let out an agonized groan and shook his head as he balled the lace up in his hand. “These damn things have been tormenting me.”
Okay, that made no sense. “My panties?” she asked as she lowered her weight back to the counter, her dress spread out beneath her.
He looked down at her underwear in his hand as if they were the answer to a question that had driven him to the edge of a cliff. “The idea of you wearing this scrap of lace has been one of the things keeping me at night, and now I finally got to take them off after dreaming up a scenario for what would happen next.”
Oh my. Yes. She wasn’t sure at first, but now she really liked where this was going. “What was your idea for after you took them off?”
“You think I only had one?” He gave her that cocky half smile of his that always left her out of breath. “Pull up the front of your dress.”
There wasn’t much to pull up because as it was it only barely covered her, but she did. “Is this what you wanted? Or was it this?” She spread her legs wider.
His answering groan did naughty, naughty things to her.
“Yes, to all of it.”
…
One imagined outcome? Ford had millions, but with the real woman in front of him so wet he could feel her desire on the fabric still balled up in his hand, there was only one thing he wanted to do first. Hands on her ass, he lifted her up higher as he pulled her right to the edge of the counter. Fuck, the look in her eyes right now was almost enough to make him nut in his jeans. He had to take a step back because he wasn’t about to rush through this.
“Your dress,” he said, trailing his fingers across her supple skin to her thighs, so very close to where he wanted desperately to be, but not touching her there. “Unbutton it.”
Her tongue wet her bottom lip as her fingers went to the teeny-tiny buttons that went up the middle of her dress. For each one she freed, he dragged his fingers a little bit up her thigh.
“That’s it,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
What felt like millions of minutes of exquisite torture later, but was probably only twenty seconds, her pink dress was unbuttoned. What a sight. The front of the dress was pushed up to her waist, showing her glistening folds between her widespread legs, and her dress hung open and had fallen off one shoulder, exposing one tit with its hard nipple pressing against the sheer black lace of her bra. It was a sight he’d never forget, but what made it truly memorable was the look on Gina’s face. Her full lips were wet and parted slightly, her cheeks were flushed with desire, and her eyes as she watched him watch her promised there was so much more to come.
He’d never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life.
“You aren’t going back on your word, are you?” she asked, bringing one hand up to her exposed boob and pushing the cup of her bra down. “Promises were made.” She rolled her nipple between her thumb and finger, pinching and tugging it taut. “Something about a mind-blowing orgasm that would stay with me for the rest of my life.” She let go of her nipple and slid her hand down over her stomach to the tight, dark curls at the apex of her thighs. “Or do I need to take care of that myself?”
Lust blasted through him like a rocket explosion. Watching her touch herself was more than he could take. He was between her legs on the next breath, spreading her folds with his fingers as he took his first taste. She moaned and moved her hips as he worked her with his tongue, teasing and playing with her hard clit and her soft folds. Up and down, circle left, circle right, he took his time, enjoying her every reaction, the way her body tightened when he did something she liked and how she cried out when he did something she loved. She was fucking magnificent, and he couldn’t get enough, so he kept going, nice and slow, driving her to the edge and leaving her teetering there in horrible ecstasy.
“Oh my God, Ford.”
The heated desperation in her voice brought out the caveman in him, the one who wanted her to always remember this moment, to remember him. He slid his fingers inside her slick passage, plunging inside, and then made a come-here motion with one finger when he withdrew. Her thighs shook against his ears and she grabbed his hair, keeping him exactly where she wanted him.
“That’s it,” she cried out. “Right there. Don’t you fucking stop.”
Like that was going to happen, when she was so close that she was holding him tight enough to be on the verge of making him bald. One more lick, a suck, a stroke of the nerves just inside her entrance, and she came with a loud scream of yes that he could hear even though his head was caught between her clenched thighs that were acting like earmuffs.
All of that was totally worth it, though, when he stood up and saw her coming down from the high of her orgasm, while he could still taste her on his lips.
It was a phenomenal sight. And the night had only just begun.
…
Gina might have had to give up on ever thinking again, because her brain was a giant pile of mush—very happy, very satisfied, dopamined-up mush. When the world came back into focus, she had to laugh. Ford stood in front of her, his hair standing straight up—oops—and a look of such male pride on his face that she knew she had to fix that right away or he’d be unbearable.
“Tell me you have a condom.”
His expression went from I’m-stud-of-the-week to I’m-stud-of-the-year. Men. But he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and took out a condom.