"You don't have to ask me twice. Ever."
Baz slides onto the mattress and engulfs me in his arms. The ends of his damp hair tickle my cheek as the potent smell of pine wafts through the room.
Baz restrains my arms and crawls on top of me, his hips nestled between my splayed legs. He then scrapes his thick beard all over my chest and neck until I'm squirming with laughter.
"That sound is fucking addicting." He continues to torture me.
"Is that the only sound I make that's addicting?" I ask through tears.
Baz lifts his head and looks directly into my eyes. "No. Every sound you make is addicting. Everything you do is addicting." He leans in and kisses me, and like the slave it's quickly becoming to him, my body responds.
I moan loudly. Unapologetically. As our tongues dance in a slow, sensuous circle.
I predict sleep is nowhere in the extended future as he rolls me onto my side and spoons me from behind. Our mouths barely disconnect as he stretches my right leg over his thigh and spreads me wide.
"Stevie?" He makes the same motion around my clit with the tip of his finger as he did with his tongue earlier tonight, traveling around the tingling little bud over and over again until it begins to burn. "I've fucked you twice already, and I don't even know your last name."
I pop my eyes open as I pant. I purposely didn't tell him my last name when we met. I broke a whole host of rules by just telling him my real first name.
My initial instinct is to lie. But I don't. Not with Baz. Not about this. Even if it costs me my life. This is the one real thing I can give him. The only real thing, probably.
"It's James. My real name is Stephanie James."
I WAKE WITH a start from the sound of an alarm. The obnoxious buzzing cutting through the peace and quiet of the morning.
"Shit, sorry." Baz reaches over me and slaps it off. He then kisses me on the head and rolls out of bed.
"Where are you going?" I grab for him.
"Bathroom." He throws me a sleepy, sexy look over his shoulder. "I'll be right back." He stands up and stretches, and I get a glorious look at his unbelievable, pussy-melting, totally naked body. Mmmmmmmm . . . I was privileged enough to indulge in that body all night long. And then sleep pressed against it through the early morning hours.
I hear the faint sound of the sink as Baz moves around the bathroom, but the toilet doesn't flush. A minute later, he is strolling back into the bedroom. I just watch lazily as the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on pulls the covers back and gazes down at me.
"What are you doing?" I ask, lounging atop the pillows, one arm resting over my head.
"I'm trying to decide where I want to kiss you good morning first." There's a perverted gleam in his wolfish-green eyes.
My heartbeat accelerates as he tosses the sheets and blankets away.
"Have you decided?" I ask as he stalks on top of me.
"Definitely." Baz bypasses my lips, my breasts, and my stomach and hovers his mouth right over the apex of my thighs. I drop my knees, enticing him.
"You're insatiable."
"I'm obsessive-compulsive," he clarifies wickedly. "I have no control over my actions."
"I'll forgive you this time." I sigh dramatically as he flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit. He hums against my pussy as he initiates his good morning kiss. I stretch my sore muscles and moan as he languidly eats me out.
"Look at me, Stevie. Watch," Baz orders in a thick, husky voice right before he sinks his tongue deep inside me.
I blow out a hot breath as I force my eyes open and watch like a voyeur as Baz moves his mouth over my inflamed pussy. Everything below my navel pulsates and pounds as his possessed tongue works me over.
"Baz." I burst into tears from the onslaught of pleasure, huffing and puffing as he steals my breath. "Oh, fuck, please." I pull his hair and rock my hips, dangerously close to the edge. Our eyes lock as his mouth relentlessly moves over my swollen flesh. As my pelvic muscles constrict and pull and pulse. "You're going to make me come." My voice is unrecognizable from the assault of lust.
Untangling my hands from his hair, Baz presses them to the mattress. Locking our fingers together, he fuses his lips to mine until I come.
I gyrate my hips uncontrollably as the orgasm rocks my entire world. I can no longer keep my eyes open as I cry out loud in abandoned ecstasy.
I've barely recovered before Baz grabs my ass and drives into me in one hot shot. I feel the punch of his cock deep in my core, but I don't acknowledge the pain. I just concentrate on the pleasure I know is right over the horizon.
We fuck hard, the bed banging against the wall with every one of Baz's wild thrusts.