Play Maker(14)

But James stopped me, his hands on my shoulders, pulling me back up to my feet.

“You first,” he ordered, his fingers making quick work of my barely buttoned black shirt. My nipples were already rock hard when the satin slipped to the floor, leaving me in just my black lace thong.

“Bloody gorgeous,” he muttered, as he smoothed his hands down my shoulders, to my arms. I squirmed under his gentle touch, wanting to feel him against me. Inside me. If he noticed my impatience, he ignored it, continuing his exploration, his eyes taking me in. His fingers traced the waistband of my thong, a chuckle leaving his throat as he reached the two condoms I had tucked there.

“Only two?” James asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

Before I could respond, he had captured my mouth again, his tongue twisting with mine as his fingers made quick work of the thong. It, along with the condoms, fluttered to the floor. I tried to grab for them, but he took my hands and placed them against his chest. His muscles flexed underneath my hands.

“Like I said,” he muttered against my lips, “I’m in no rush.”

James kissed me hard, my hands pulling his perfect body closer, his cock hot and heavy against my stomach, his fingers smoothing down my hip, around to my belly and then down, down, until…

I gasped against his mouth as his fingers slid into my wetness, finding my clit immediately. He stroked me there, the heat of his hand burning me from the inside. He knew exactly what he was doing, his thumb rubbing against my clit while his long fingers thrust inside me. I moaned, my head falling back, giving his mouth access to my neck, where he kissed a trail first to my collarbone before dipping his head and taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

My body exploded with the dual sensations. The hot wet tug of his mouth against my nipple and the smooth, unrelenting strokes of his fingers. A cry of pleasure burst from my throat as my body tensed in that all too familiar way.

“Don’t stop,” I managed and he didn’t, his fingers moving faster and faster, his tongue sweeping across to the other nipple and when he drew it into his mouth, his teeth scraping just perfectly against my eager flesh, I came, screaming and shuddering in his arms.

My legs were jello, and I didn’t object when he swept me into his arms and carried me to an enormous plush chair next to the bed. I didn’t understand at first, but then he settled me into the deep cushions of the chair, draping my legs over the arms, my body open and more than ready for him.

Then James left me there, turning back to our pile of clothes on the carpet. I was still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm, so I was perfectly content to lounge there and enjoy the view. And what a view it was. I admired his muscular back and tight ass as he stooped down to grab the condoms from the floor. But instead of coming right back, he took a detour, grabbing my glass of cognac from the bar.

As he approached, my entire body went hot with delicious anticipation. I was ready for him. Ready for him to sheath his gorgeous cock in latex and thrust deep inside me. But instead, he knelt down in front of me and gave me a wicked smile. Then he lifted the glass of cognac.

“Bottoms up,” he winked and took a drink. “Mmmm,” he closed his eyes and I could imagine the liquid warming his throat. “Now,” he dipped a finger into the cognac. “I wonder…” he leaned forward, wetting my lips with the expensive liquor.

Before he could withdraw, I opened my mouth, taking his finger inside. I licked the length of it, my eyes fixed on his. If he wanted foreplay, I’d give him foreplay. Heat flickered in his eyes, his gaze never wavering as I swirled my tongue around the tip.

Slowly he withdrew his hand and I licked the remaining cognac off my lips.

“Tastes good,” I murmured.

“Yes,” his voice was tight with desire, but the condom remained on the floor next to him. Instead, he dipped his finger in the glass again. I parted my lips, but he shook his head, that mischievous smile returning.

I gasped as he drew the wet finger along the inside of my thigh, starting at the knee and moving up. His mouth followed the trail of liquid, hot and eager and then just as he reached my center he stopped and moved to the other leg, doing the same thing, my entire body arching up towards his tongue, needing to feel it against the part of me that burned for him.

Finally, there it was, the sweep of his tongue, hot and wet against my clit. I moaned, my hips rolling towards him. He clutched my ass in his hands and raised his head.

“Tastes good.” James licked his lips.

And then, with his fingers holding my hips in place, he lowered his mouth to me and thrust that magnificent tongue deep inside me.

“Ooooh.” My head fell back as he worshipped me. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, all dedicated to my pleasure. My hands reached down, tangling in his hair as I held on for dear life as he brought me back to the brink of orgasm. Then, just as I was trembling on the precipice, my entire body straining for relief, with his mouth still on my clit, he slid a finger inside me.

I shattered, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I came, my moan echoing through the room, stars bursting behind my eyelids. When I finally returned to earth, he was there, a satisfied grin on his face.

And even though I had just had my second orgasm of the night, my body still ached for him. I slid from the chair, grabbing the condom from the ground. Standing, I took his shoulders and directed him to sit. He did, our positions now reversed. He was exactly where I wanted him.