Loving Lies(16)

“You are so fucking beautiful. And you taste like heaven,” he says.

I laugh and he pulls back to sit on his knees. His erection tents the fabric but he looks so fucking hot I’m not laughing. For the first time that night though, I feel vulnerable.

There’s a haunted look in his eyes that makes me slightly nervous. “You having second thoughts?” I ask.

He grins and gives a light laugh. “Hell no. I’m trying to slow things down. I want to savor tonight. I’ve wanted you all day. And while wanting is good, actions speak louder than words and I’m a man of action.”

I’m about to say something, but he leans down and pulls off my panties. The words leave me. I’m now totally naked.

“Holy fuck that is one beautiful tat,” he says, when he spies my own unique etching. His fingers gently reach out to trace the scrawled Greek script which rests along my pubic bone. “What does it mean?”

“Freedom,” I say, wondering what he thinks.

His gaze hooks onto mine. “Why do I get the distinct impression there’s a story behind that tattoo you don’t want to tell me?”

My heart thunders in my chest. “Because you could be right.”

“Honey, no worries. I get that and respect it. Now, where exactly was I…oh yes, I was about to go south. Do me a favor and open those pretty legs of yours.”

My heart’s beating so damn fast I feel breathless. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we need to slow down. Like he’s reading the hesitation in my body, he takes control and parts my legs.

“I’ve been dreaming of the taste of you all day,” he says, and just like that I’m following his orders because his wicked words are like an erotic caress on my body and soul. I spread my legs and before I can talk myself out of this, his lips are claim me.

“Oh my god, you taste so fucking good.” His words rip through me and I quickly discover he’s a man with a wickedly talented tongue. Within a minute I’m squirming in sweet ecstasy. I yank on his head trying to get him to move up, but he’s not budging.

He blows on my swollen parts.

“Oh no, not yet. I want to taste you as you come.”

He leans back and I look at this face, glistening with my juices. His eyes are full of longing and I watch him move a finger to my opening. He gives his finger a good lick and then dips it deep inside of me.

“You like?”

I nod. Speech is beyond me at this point. My body feels like a finely tuned guitar, ready to roar or break, I can’t say.

“Say it.”

“I like,” I reply, a thrill cascading through me.

“Do you want to come with my finger or my mouth on that pussy of yours?”

I think about that for a good second. “Your mouth.”

He cracks a smile and licks his lips. “That’s the right answer.”

I expect him to pull his finger out immediately but he doesn’t. Instead he adds another digit into me and I’m loving the feel of him pumping me. I’m on the cusp when he chuckles again and pulls out to replace his fingers with his mouth. Long licks and nips on my clit pull an orgasm from me within seconds.

“I could suck on you all day,” Blake says, taking his time to lick me clean.

I pull him to me and he claims my nipples. My hand fists around his cock and I’m trying to urge him down to the bed but he’s got other ideas.

“I need to be in you now,” he says and I nod as he yanks open a side drawer to grab a condom. Within second he’s sheathed. His cock nudges my opening and he yanks my legs up over his shoulders.

He drives his cock forward and I’m full of him and loving it. I groan.

“You like it deep, don’t you.”

I do.

“Tell me how you like it.”

“Fast. Fuck me fast.”

The words barely leave my mouth and Blake’s groaning as he piston thrusts into me repeatedly, mumbling, “Sweet fuck” over and over.

“Pinch your nipples,” he demands.

I do and he groans while his eyes watch my pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” he says, bucking harder into me. His back goes tense and he grips my thighs hard, spreading me wider and then he comes in long shudders. He doesn’t drop my legs until he’s finished. Only then does he pull out, using one hand to hold the condom in place.

“That was fucking unbelievable,” he says.

I watch him chuck the condom in some tissue. He hands me the box so I can clean up and then he’s back in the bed, hauling his heated body to mine.

“Now, Alyssa, that was round one.”

I laugh and so does he and just like that I know I should run from his bed. I’ve always kept the guys I’ve screwed at arm’s length and I’m not one for pillow talk. Why then does being with Blake, a man I hardly know, feel so damn different?