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My pulse jumps, along with my gaze, falls to his lips. Lips I haven’t yet had the privilege of kissing. My mind reluctantly lets go of images of kissing and devices, knowing what the thick murmur of my name means this time. “Y…yes. I see you. Even without the,” I indicate his mask, “I don’t have to imagine you. Thank you.”
He doesn’t move. Or acknowledge my response. Not for a full minute.
When my nerves get the better of me, I glance around.
“Where are we?” I ask. Something tells me to keep my voice soft, to not disturb the peace.
Nevertheless, he tenses. His head tilts like he’s weighing the pros and cons of divulging our location. “South Carolina,” he responds.
“Oh, okay.”
“You seem relieved. Did you think I’d taken you to the ends of the earth?”
I attempt a smile, but my mind is grappling with how he’s still doing that with his voice. Is there some sort of implant? “Something like that.”
“The end of the earth is beautiful this time of year.”
“I’m sure it is. But I need…I prefer to stay put for now.”
I sense him pondering my small slip, prodding at it like a predator prods its prey.
“To most people, a million dollars is literally a life-changing sum; the means to achieve a bigger and better lifestyle. That almost always means a geographical relocation. For you, I’m assuming an upgrade from homeless shelter to something else?”
I’m not expecting the direct volley of opinion. My mouth drops open a second before I collect myself beneath eyes of indeterminate color probing me. “Something else, yes. Not ends of the earth something else, though.”
Again he doesn’t respond immediately. His eyes remain pinned on me for another minute.
“Finish your drink and come here, Lucky.”
He’s bored with talking. I feel his hunger rippling towards me, tearing the ground beneath my feet open like a devastating earthquake.
In direct response, my pussy and butt hole clench hard enough to make me moan.
He hears it. Exhales sharply. “Now, firecracker.”
I raise the glass and drain the sweet, tangy cocktail. The faint taste of rum and strawberries lingers, but the buzz in my veins as I drop the robe and rise shakily to my feet has nothing to do with alcohol. I’m still slippery from my earlier orgasms. The vibrator threatens to slip out. I slide my fingers between the fringe of the body chain and in between my legs to hold it in place.
“Fuck,” Q curses under his breath.
He tracks my slow approach with dark, sizzling eyes. They’re a dark grey or hazel, I can’t tell. Every few steps I take, he hits a button on the remote and the room grows darker. By the time I’m three feet from him, I can hardly see him. But I hear his rough breathing, see his gleaming eyes.
Up close the mask is even more magnificent. I want to touch it, feel its beauty beneath my fingers.
He reads me like a book. “You want to touch me, Lucky?”
“Yes. Can I?”
He contemplates me for a stretch. Then he nods. I take a cautious step forward because my instincts are clanging with enough force to tilt my world on its axis. He warned me about risks. I don’t know why touching him feels like I’m risking my very life.
I reach out and cup his jaw. The metal is hard and smooth, but not as cold as the first time against my back. It warms beneath my fingers as I caress upward. Over his nose, cheekbone, forehead. His breath washes over my wrist and I shiver. I should step back from the force threatening to consume me.#p#分页标题#e#
I step forward. His eyes unpin me, track greedily over my body. I sense more than see his hand lift. Warm fingers trail from my throat to my breast then lower to flick my nipple.
My full body shudder makes him exhale roughly again. My fingers sneak up and curl through his vibrant hair. When my nails lightly scrape his scalp he hisses under his breath.
His hand leaves my nipple, drags over my skin to capture the one between my legs. He stares at my glistening fingers for a second before he draws them into his mouth.
Between one breath and the next, he’s licking my essence, groaning as his mouth pulls hungrily at my digits. His long legs part, and he draws me in between them. Before I can give in to the burgeoning wish to touch him, he circles my wrists, draws them behind my back and imprisons them with one hand.
Disappointment blossoms through me, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. His mouth and tongue are working insane magic on my skin. Teeth nip the sensitive skin above my navel. Hot kisses, rough teeth, jagged breath. The smoky cedar scent of him. Everything about Q is a heady enough experience that I’m not left wanting for long. His wicked tongue licks up the slope of my breast and flicks incessantly over one nipple. When my knees start to buckle, he flicks the vibrator to a higher setting and grabs a hold of my hip.