“I’ll always take care of you,” he says huskily.
“I can’t believe you carried those around all night,” I laugh nervously.
“I didn’t and that’s a good thing because if I had, things probably would’ve gotten out of control in Laz’s office. I bought a box the other day and put it in my glove compartment tonight, just in case.”
I’m more than thankful that he’s on point, and I can now admit to myself that I would be heartbroken if we’d been unable to make love. I want this—badly.
I never knew that watching as a man undresses could be such a turn on, but as he takes off his tie and begins to unbutton his shirt, my core is clenching with need.
Sliding his shirt off, he tosses it in the same direction he dropped his jacket. My eyes travel over his torso hungrily as I eat up the visual before me. This man is beautiful and so sexy that I can barely stand it.
I gulp nervously as he undoes his belt buckle and slides the belt out of the loops of his pants. Stepping closer to me, he surprises me as he runs the end of the belt softly from my collarbone down to the center of my panties and then onto my knee. I let out a choked sound as goose bumps rise on my skin.
“So responsive,” he says huskily.
After dropping the belt to the floor, he undoes the button of his pants and pulls the zipper down. There’s something so arousing about watching him undress that I have trouble swallowing. As his pants hit the floor and he kicks them aside, I feel my pulse kick up to hyper speed. I watch silently as he removes his socks before standing up straight so that I can see him. All that’s left covering him now is a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs and they aren’t doing anything to conceal the fact that he’s very aroused—and it looks like TMZ isn’t kidding when they refer to him as the writer with the big package.
Climbing onto the bed with me, he pulls me into his arms and immediately starts kissing me again. My body has a mind of its own as my legs spread wide and wrap around his waist while my fingers slide into his hair. He rubs himself against my soaked panties with a growl, and I let out a little mew of pleasure as I feel myself getting even wetter. He feels amazing on top of me, and I am incredibly turned on by being skin on skin with him almost entirely.
He kisses me passionately, both of us moaning at different times as we rub against each other. Cupping my ass in his hands, he takes control of moving me up and down against his hardness.
After ending our kiss, he slowly starts licking and biting a trail down my neck and collarbone to my right breast. His tongue laps at my skin greedily as I shift beneath him desperately in an attempt to get some relief. His tongue explores every inch of my breast—except my nipple, and I can barely contain my shock when I hear myself begging him to suck it.
“Use your tongue on it,” I beg brokenly. “I want to feel you.”
He complies and sucks my nipple into his mouth as he swirls his tongue over it again and again. Tilting my head back, I let out a silent scream.
When he starts trailing kisses over to my left breast I quiver with anticipation. I never knew that it could feel like this, never knew that I could want someone this much.
“These fucking tits,” he chokes out. “So perfect.”
He worships them with his tongue, teeth, lips and fingers as I write beneath him in exquisite agony. Lifting his head he says, “As good as your tits taste, I know that I’m never going to get enough of the taste of your pussy. The way your honey melted on my tongue in the car almost made me come in my pants like a damn teenager. One hit and I’m already an addict for it—and now I’m going to get it right from the source.”
I quiver when he slides a hand between us, trailing it down my stomach. Cupping his hand against my panty-covered mound, he lets out a groan. “I can feel your heat, beautiful. You’re so ready for me to take control and make you come again. Remembering the way you squeezed my fingers earlier is making my dick so goddamn hard.”
Gripping either side of my underwear in his hands he slides them down my legs. I groan when I glance down and see the look of pure lust on his face as he settles onto the bed. He spreads my legs with his shoulders as he stares down at my drenched sex.
“Christ, Arden,” he moans. “You’ve got the most beautiful cunt. Every damn inch of you is so fucking perfect.”
When he leans in and settles his nose against my mound, I forget to breathe.
“Mine,” he says rumbles from somewhere deep down in his throat.
Opening his mouth he blows softly up toward the top of my mound before rubbing his nose just above my throbbing clit. I’m unable to hold in my squeak of surprise and when he chuckles in response I both hear it and feel the vibration between my legs.
Before I can even take a breath, he begins gently rolling his tongue from my channel to my clit, back and forth. Of their own accord, my hands are now fisted in the sheet below me. Unable to hold still, I rock against his tongue as he continues his exploration.
“Oh,” I gasp as he adjusts position, lifting me up more and spreading my legs wider so that I’m more open to him. Stars appear behind my eyelids as he begins sliding his tongue in and out of my soaking pussy. I groan in annoyance when he removes the tongue, but the groan quickly changes to one of pleasure as he replaces it with a finger.
His tongue works my clit as his finger glides in and out and I can feel my juices mixing with his saliva to make me wetter. Briefly I wonder if I’m embarrassing myself by being this wet, but the growls and moans he’s letting out make it clear that he’s enjoying it all.
I thrill at the pornographic sound of him lapping at my super-sensitive clit. The sound of my own cries startles me because it’s never happened for me like this before. I’m a panting, moaning, ball of need and it’s all because of him.
“I love eating your pussy,” he growls. “I don’t want you wearing panties when we’re together ever again,” he says as his finger starts working inside of me faster. “I need access, beautiful. Anywhere, anytime, I need to be able to get to this sweet cunt and feast. Promise me, baby. No more panties.”
My head thrashes from side to side as I feel him making a come hither motion inside of me. I know he wants an answer but I’m too gone to form words. Reaching down I fist my hand in his hair and thrust against his face.
“Such a greedy pussy,” he says huskily as he fights the pressure and lifts his head. “But I’m not making you come until you tell me that this pussy belongs to me and you’ll let me have you as many times a day as I need you.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant my agreement as my hips roll and I try to get his mouth back on me.
“Yes, this pussy is mine?”
“Yes!”
“Any time I need my fix you’ll let me in?”
I can’t answer because he’s added another finger and he’s scissoring them inside of me.
“Look at me,” he commands as he stops moving his fingers.
Lifting my head, I look down at him frantically.
“I want you with me, Arden. No more fucking running. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Everything you have to give, I’m taking. I want it all. That means no more bullshit about who you belong to, and you accept that this is a real relationship. Do you admit it?”
It’s a weird thing to be looking between my legs, seeing his face and understanding that he’s serious. The truth is that he wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t have let him do any of this if I weren’t just as invested in him. Everything I’ve been telling myself about keeping a wall up has been nothing but bullshit.
“Yes,” I answer firmly. “I admit it.”