A Sip of You(62)

I lifted my camera, intrigued by the image of the nipple within the rose. “Watch how her nipple hardens and tightens,” William whispered from behind me. His arms came around me, and his hands held me lightly at the waist. I felt the heat of his body and the hardness of his chest pressing against my back. “It reminds me of someone else I know, right before she’s going to come,” he whispered in my ear.

I felt my own nipples tighten and harden, pushing against the silk of my bra.

“I imagine it would be extremely sensitive to touch right now,” he continued, speaking so low only I could hear. “If I put my warm mouth on that cold, hard nipple, how do you think it would feel?”

“Incredible,” I murmured. I took shot after shot with my camera, but I really had no idea what I was shooting. I was dizzy with arousal.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked, his fingers on my waist spreading. He didn’t touch my breasts, but I knew his fingers were close, inches below my aching flesh. I wanted him to touch me, and I watched breathlessly as he moved away, lifted the wine glasses, and held mine to my lips. I was drunk, but not on the wine. I was drunk on him, on the way he teased me into desire, on the pleasure I knew he could give me if I would only surrender to it again. My eyes strayed to the women on the table. They seemed like a symbol of the surrender William wanted, but theirs was a cold, emotionless surrender; mine would be hot and explosive.

William set the glasses aside, lifted the chopsticks, and removed a piece of maki with a plump piece of tempura shrimp bursting from it. He dipped it gently in soy sauce before tilting my chin up and feeding it to me. The fish eggs popped in my mouth and the shrimp was crunchy and salty and delicious. His hand slid from my chin to the nape of my neck. “Still hungry?”

“Yes,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. “But not for sushi.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

His hand on my neck tightened, and he pulled me against him. My hard nipples met the wall of his muscled chest, and I let out a moan before his mouth claimed mine. It was hot and spicy from the wasabi. I wrapped my hands around his back, pressing into him, feeling him meld into me. “Let’s go,” I murmured, breaking the kiss. “I want to see you. I want to feel you under my fingers.”

I thought he would sweep me up and carry me to his bedroom. Instead, he lowered his mouth to my throat and teased my flesh with his tongue. “I’m still hungry, Catherine. And I think you are too.”

I couldn’t want him more than I did, and I fought a wave of longing when he pulled away. I needed his touch. I wanted his hands on me, stroking me, caressing me, sliding into my wet sex. I was so wet for him already.

He lifted his chopsticks again and they hovered over the curved ass of the model on her stomach. I could imagine his hands on my ass as he lifted my hips and guided his hard length into me. And then he shook his head and moved to the woman on her back. I realized I was holding my breath. Would he take a piece from her collarbone, her abdomen, her breast? The chopsticks moved lower, to the line of sushi that ended in her shaved pussy. “This is called ‘The Hot Geisha,’” he said. “Junzo makes it with spiced crab and salmon, and a hot caviar sauce. It’s very spicy.” He looked at it, then me, considering. “I don’t think I need these,” he said, setting his chopsticks aside. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his mouth to the roll closest to the juncture of her thighs. He paused, his eyes meeting mine, as his mouth hovered a fraction above her bare skin. Still she didn’t move. His tongue darted out and licked just a dab of the spicy sauce from the top of the roll.

Arousal slammed through me, and I had to stifle a moan. The model was not unaffected either. Her gaze remained on the ceiling, her face expressionless, but I saw the rise and fall of her rapid breaths, the way her nipples puckered, the way her hips tilted slightly upward.

William opened his mouth and closed his teeth on the roll, lifting it away from her skin without ever having touched her. He closed his eyes as he savored his bite, and when he opened them, they were impossibly dark.

“Catherine,” His voice was low and commanding and I felt the heat simmering between my legs. The promise of the pleasure I craved was right there. He motioned for me. I didn’t think—my feet just acted—and then I was beside him and his mouth was on mine, taking me with his demanding lips and his conquering tongue. I could feel his hardness as he ground his hips against mine slowly and pushed me back. I thought he might press me against a wall and take me there and then. God help me, I wouldn’t have protested. Instead, we pushed through the dining room door. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his straining erection right up against my heat as we tumbled out into the hallway. “Time for the next course,” William growled and carried me toward the master suite.