Axe’s Fall(6)

As he slipped the dress off her, she heard him suck in his breath. “Hot-as-fuck ink job.” He kissed around her delicate branch tattoo with pink and white flowers running down her spine. Axe then moved his mouth to her neck and shoulders, bringing it back to her tattoo. Each kiss was wet, warm, and sensuous, and by the time he made it to her lower back, her dress lay on the floor, pooled around her ankles.

A low, breathy whistle tingled her skin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Love your lace panties. Your ass is so sweet and soft,” he said as he grabbed two handfuls of her cheeks and squeezed them. His breath became heavier as his hands trailed up her back, landing on her rounded breasts. He cupped them firmly and she moaned, leaning against his hard chest.

“Mmm, feels good,” she whispered.

In one movement, he’d unfastened her lace bra, her breasts spilling out. Her dusky rose nipples were quickly stiffening as he pinched and pulled them while his tongue traced a scorching trail from her earlobe down past her neck, settling on her delicate shoulder. He sank his teeth into her tingling skin.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure?” Axe’s lips on her skin fed the dull throb between her legs.

“Maybe,” she panted.

“I guess you’re gonna have to find out if that’s your thing.” He licked and tenderly kissed the area he’d just bitten.

“Is it yours?” Baylee held her breath in anticipation of his reply.

“Oh, yeah, baby.”

She swallowed hard, trying to digest what he’d just told her. Baylee had always had fantasies of being tied up and having a man take charge in the bedroom. She worked in a man’s world, and had to fight twice as hard and produce two times as much as any of the men in her company, just to prove she was as good as they were. It was tiring.

Each time she hooked up with a man, she wished he’d take charge in the bedroom. But she always ended up with a sensitive man who was awkward when he tried to talk dirty, and who’d ask so many questions when she’d tell him to tie her up that by the time she was finally secured, all her desire had waned.

The dark-haired man had awakened her senses from the moment she’d laid eyes on him, had watched her with such fire and lust that all her senses were in overdrive. The way his mouth moved over her skin electrified her, and when he bit her, the pain mixed with the pleasure that followed as he caressed the soreness blew her mind.

Turning her head toward him, he possessed her mouth again, one hand tucked under her chin while the other tweaked and pulled her nipple. It was exquisite. Axe guided her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers, his fingers flicking her stiff nipples causing her pussy to clench and throb like mad.

He broke contact with her only to push her down on the bed. Then he loomed over her, his hair falling down over his forehead, his dark-chocolate eyes reflecting a voracious fire. Once again, his lips seized hers, and his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked on it as her arms circled his neck, drawing him closer to her. Baylee moaned as his mouth continued ravaging her while his hand glided down her body, landing on her inner thigh. She squirmed under him, twisting her legs as encouragement for his hand to explore further, to touch her pulsing, wet mound. Axe kept his hand dormant on her thigh, though, the heat from it on her skin made her crave his touch even more. Taking her knee, she rubbed it against his hand, nudging it toward her engorged sex, but he didn’t move it—not one fucking inch.

Breaking away from his mouth, she whispered, “Touch me.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing, babe?”

She turned her head away. Axe’s penetrating stare unnerved her, making her feel embarrassed. “No, I mean really touch me.”

A hint of a smile played on his lips. Grasping her chin, he forced her to look at him. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know.” Redness spread across her cheeks.

With the tip of his warm, delicious tongue, he licked across her lips then traced over her cheeks and jawline. “Like this?” he rasped, his words vibrating against her skin.

“That feels good, but I want you to touch somewhere lower,” she said in a barely audible voice.

“Where?” His tongue flicked her earlobe sending tingles over her body.

“My pussy.” There, she’d said it. She’d said it many times in her sexual fantasies in her head, but she rarely said it aloud. The men she’d dated were not the kind who wanted a woman to say “pussy” during sex. But something about the way the handsome, dark man acted told her he’d love a woman to say it.

“Well, babe, I have plans to touch and do a lot of nasty things to your pussy, but I will decide when that happens.”