Beneath The Skin(199)

I sign to him: I’ve missed—

He grabs my hands mid-sign.

I look up at him, startled.

“Read my lips,” he mouths without voice. “I want to take you back to my place right now, and show you how very much, how very, very, very fucking much I appreciate every moment with you.”

And I read every word.

Ten minutes later, the door to his apartment explodes with the noise of two people who can’t catch a breath.

The door slams at my back.

His hand’s up my dress and I’m thrust onto the kitchen counter, breathless.

My fingers tangle into his dark, tortured hair. I pull hard, inspiring a deep grunt of pleasure—or pain. His fingers claw at my panties, pulling them down so hard, they tear.

“Clayton!” I cry out as he throws my legs over his shoulder, his face buried in my crotch as he lifts me off the counter.

The next instant, I’m dropped onto his bed.

He straddles me and breathes deep, his eyes feral and black.

He’s so fucking hard right now that his cock is about to bust out of those slacks. So I help him out of them. Then he rips me out of my dress. And then his shirt is pitched somewhere and forgotten.

After getting naked in record time, I find myself getting bold, and it’s me who’s off the bed and throwing him down. Clayton grunts, his eyes shimmering with astonishment as I climb over him like a panther, grinning with my intent.

And he lets me take the lead. I straddle his naked waist, pinning him right where I want him.

There’s nothing standing in the way, skin against skin, just sweat and heat and … us.

“Get on top of me,” he says suddenly.

I squint, confused. “I already am,” I protest.

Then he makes his meaning clear by grabbing my hips and pulling me forward. Way forward.

On top of his face.

“Clayton!” I cry out, gripping the headboard for support as my eyes go wide. Oh my god, his tongue. I squeeze my legs around his head, trapping him hungrily in place. If he’s going to work his tongue like that, I won’t let him stop until I’m finished with him.

His head dives deeper.

Pleasure washes over me as I howl out, clasping the headboard with so much strength, I worry I could break it.

He grips my thighs firmly, encouraging me.

Then he thrusts his tongue in even deeper, breaching me.

My thighs tighten more.

His name’s the last word I can manage before his tongue slides so deep inside me that I discover a whole new vocabulary of squirming rapture.

He continues his relentless tongue-lashing, grabbing my ass with his big hands while lifting his head off the bed to push himself as deep into me as he can. He alternates between fucking me with his tongue and sucking on my clit. The tighter I seem to squeeze his head, the stronger he pushes his face into me, consuming me.

I can’t stop him if I wanted to. I’m as trapped as his head is. Holy fuck, I’m at the edge already.

Unexpectedly, he stops, grabbing my hips and sliding me off of his face as he comes up for air, which causes me to groan in frustration. I was so fucking close. He chuckles at my distress. I glare back.

I guess that was the appetizer. Now I’m ready for the main course.

And from the look in his eyes, so’s he. Clayton’s eager hand slaps the nightstand and, with a quick maneuver of fingers, a condom’s freed from its tight wrapper only to be made prisoner to his huge, hard-as-fuck cock.

Then, just when he thinks he’s the one calling the shots again, it’s me grabbing hold of the reins. I grip his chest and position myself on top of him. Your meek little Dessie’s grown up, I tell him with my sharp, hungry eyes. My hips dance, smooth as silk as I squirm cruelly, rubbing myself against the tip of his bobbing, furious cock.

This must be really fucking maddening for him. I can drive a man insane in the space of seconds just with my hips.

“Mmm, Dessie …”

My name vibrates down his chest, ending with a growl.

I lean forward. All my hair comes with me, curtaining our view and providing me a tunnel of deep brown that ends at Clayton’s beautiful face. He’s looking straight up into my eyes, as if cursing what my evil little movements are doing to him.

“Let me inside you,” he begs me, gnashing his teeth.

I bite my lip, then gently lower myself just one, cruel inch.

The tip of his cock slips in.

Agony and heaven in one tiny gesture.

But it seems he thinks two can play, for he starts to move his hips slowly. The tip slides in and out, in and out, and soon it’s me who’s throwing my head back, tortured by his movements.

He slips in some more.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

I can’t help it. I reach up and grab my own breasts, fingers pinching the nipples.

In one powerful movement, he sits up and catches the small of my back, lifting me. I squirm as Clayton’s dick slides another inch into me during the maneuver. God, I’ve never wanted to be fucked so badly. He holds me in his lap, one hand bracing my back and guiding my hips as he works to open me up for him.