Hitched (Hitched #1)(17)

I reach to take his shirt off, but he drops to his knees instead and begins trailing kisses down my belly, his hands on my hips and ass, fingers pressing into my flesh.

When his tongue runs over my panties, teasing my *, my head falls back, and my hands dig into his hair, gripping him as he releases my hip and uses a finger to slide the silk fabric away. This time the firm pressure of his mouth comes in direct contact with my clit, and I moan.

My fantasies didn't do him justice. My own fingers could never compete with the feel of his tongue between my legs, eating my *.

He slides a finger inside me, then two. Long, strong fingers that know exactly where to touch to make me weak.

I'm near the edge of an orgasm, my muscles clenching, body ready to unravel, but he stops, pulling his fingers out of me, the air cool against the flesh wet from his tongue. I nearly scream.

"I've been imagining this since the night at the restaurant," he says, his voice husky and eyes filled with desire.

I don't want to admit the same, so I remain silent, still poised on the edge of climax, body reluctantly unwinding.

He stands, rubbing himself against me as he does, his cock pressing against his jeans so hard I worry it will break open the zipper. "I need you," he says, then he puts an arm around my shoulder and another under my knees and picks me up, carrying me into the bedroom.

I feel light, sexy, safe, and so f*cking horny I will surely die if he does not finish what he started.

He lays me gently on the bed and peels off my panties, then moves his hands up my body, freeing my breasts from my bra. Standing back, he admires me for a moment, and I spread my legs, giving him full view of everything I'm offering.

"This is going to be difficult if you don't take off some clothes," I say. "We're not having movie sex. Real life f*cking requires some skin-to-skin contact."

He smiles, and it lights up his face, softening the strong jaw, and that smile undoes me.

"Patience, darling. I'm memorizing you first."

But I'm not a patient girl, so I move between his legs and unbutton those jeans that don't look like they can take much more cock. Once he's free, I take him into my mouth, and it's his turn to moan and grab my hair. I suck deeply, stroking his base, running my fingernails gently over his balls as I move my mouth around his huge cock. It fills my mouth, and I can't take him all the way in, but I try. I can tell it drives him crazy.

And then I stop, just as I can feel pressure building for him.

He looks down at me, a glint in his eyes, and I smile sweetly. "Sucks, doesn't it? Horny yet?"

Without a word, he pulls off the rest of his clothes, and I realize I'd forgotten just how f*cking gorgeous this man is. I'm not a shallow person. There's more to a guy then just his looks or cock size. But come on, we can be honest with each other. The fact that he's sculpted like Adonis isn't exactly a drawback, you know?

He pushes me to the bed, but I want control this time. I flip him over and straddle him, my tits brushing against his mouth as I rub my * against his cock without letting him fill me. The teasing is hard on us both. I want him just as badly as he wants me, but I also want him to suffer, just a little.

I smile, biting my lip, as I take him in just enough to make him groan and clutch my hips with his hands. Holding myself above him with my legs, I move up and down, f*cking just the tip of his cock as we hold eye contact.

"You're evil, you know that?" he says through clenched teeth. I can tell he's using all his self-control not to shove his hips into mine and impale himself in me fully. I admire his restraint.

Mine is fading. I want to feel him. All of him.

"Serves you right," I tell him. And then I sink onto him, taking every inch of his hard cock into me. One smooth motion that makes us both cry out.

He's so goddamn big he stretches me, and it feels incredible. I enjoy being in control like this, riding him, moving my hips and my body as he matches me with his rhythm, his hands still on my waist. We slam into each other, our eyes locked together, our bodies moving as one.

I thought we'd just start in this position and then change, but there's a chemistry here that neither of us wants to break. It's not just the physical pleasure of feeling him inside me. The way our bodies are connected, the way we are getting lost in each other... I don't want it to end.

I slow my movements, riding him with less urgency to make this moment last longer. My mind is filled with only him, us, this moment, and I am his completely.

When we come, it is as one, and I am remade in that moment, remade into someone new. Remade into someone who can't imagine not seeing Sebastian Donovan again.





Chapter 10


Compromises


Laying here with him like this, with actual memories together during periods of sobriety, I am beginning to imagine a future with this man. Something more than just sex. And I can't believe I'm about to admit this, but I think I'm going to take his offer. I'll put aside the annulment and date him for the summer. After that, well, we can cross that bridge then, if a summer hasn't blown it into bits and pieces.

"I have one condition," he says.

I have no idea what he's talking about. I lift my head off his chest and stare into his cobalt blue eyes. "What?"

"To signing the annulment papers. I have a condition."