He laid me down and settled on top of me, his hands moving to my face and into my hair. When he broke our kiss and moved down my throat, I clutched his hair and tried to bring him back. "Patience, Caroline." He ignored my tugs and licked the line of my collarbone until he came to the fabric of my dress. He got to his knees and sat back. "Off. Take it off."
He unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes attuned to every movement I made as his fingers worked fast and sure. I wriggled the hem up my hips. When he saw my panties, his fingers slipped past a button.
"Jesus. Faster. I want to see all of you." He attacked the buttons with renewed vigor as I sat up and pulled the dress over my head.
He put his palm on my chest and pushed me back down before whipping his shirt into the floor. His chest was broad with dark hair running down the center and into his jeans. I reached up to touch him, but he gripped my hand and pinned it over my head. He kissed me roughly and sat back.
"Don't move. I just want to look at you." He unbuttoned his pants, and I licked my lips. "You are so fucking beautiful."
His words were like a shot of heroin, euphoric.
"Did you wear these for me?" He ran a finger under the lace along my hip.
I smiled and looked away, suddenly shy. "Maybe."
He gripped my chin and turned it back to him. "Maybe?"
I squirmed under his demanding gaze. "Definitely."
"That's better. I love them." He smoothed his fingertips down my thigh. "Now let's take them off." He gripped my panties and yanked them down so fast I yelped, then pulled them off my legs and tossed them aside. "Bra off, Caroline."
I arched my back up and unclasped the closure before sliding the bra off and tossing it to join my panties. I was totally naked beneath him. He shucked his jeans and boxers and spread my legs, his gaze devouring every inch of me as he did so. He leaned over me and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing a little before releasing me and running his fingertips down my chest, down my quivering stomach, and to my pussy.
His cock was reddened with blood, hard and ready. I closed my eyes at the thought of it inside me.
He ghosted his thumb over my clit and my hips bucked. He did it again and I was already on the verge of begging him to fuck me.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight all weekend, Caroline. Is that okay with you? I won't be able to stop myself. So I want you to know now, before I begin. I know I can't control myself with you. Just fucking look at you." His voice shook at the end, whether with pent-up need or something else, I didn't know. His whole body was tight-his chest, his jaw, his abs tense to the point of trembling.
All I knew was that I wanted him in every way one person could want another. I met his gaze. "I want it. All of it. Just like you said."
He fell on top of me and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pouring kerosene on the fire that already raged inside me. His words in my ear made me gasp. So simple, but so much more. Possession.
"You're mine."
Chapter Fifteen
WASH
She'd been spread out before me like the most delicious feast. Her tits large and round, the nipples hard and begging for attention. Her soft curves leading down to her glistening pussy, her creamy skin and succulent thighs. I was in heaven. Or I was about to be balls deep in it.
Her blond hair was spread across the pillow, and her eyes, God, her eyes, drew me in like nothing ever had before. I wanted to be all over her, to fuck her so good that she never wanted another man. It wasn't rational, it wasn't even practical, but she affected me to the point I turned into the lowest common denominator of man. I wanted her all to myself.
When she'd said she wanted all of me, everything, I couldn't hold back. She was mine. I gripped her silky hair and kissed her throat, leaving my mark and daring her to say something about it. All I heard was soft moans, the sounds echoing in my mind and making my dick impossibly harder. I moved my hips against her, and when my tip brushed against her slick heat, I groaned.
Her pussy was soft and bare, and I wanted nothing more than to be inside her. She ran her nails along my scalp, pulling on my hair. I bit into her shoulder and she squealed. My cock jerked to attention, raring for the starting gun. Not yet.
I kissed down to a pert nipple and licked around it, teasing the tip even harder as I circled. She dug her nails harder into my scalp, but I liked the pain, liked that I made her wild. I finally took the tip in my mouth and sucked hard. She gasped and arched her back. Her skin tasted faintly sweet, maybe her lotion. I wanted to lick her all over, not just her tits. But my cock was already leaking precum. I couldn't hold out long enough to worship her gorgeous body. Later. She arched again when I drew her other nipple into my mouth and bit down on it.