Loving Lies(32)

He says, “I dream of you.”

“Dreams are good,” I say, reminding myself to stay grounded. Dreams are for people with money and while I might have had that, I don’t anymore. I have to work damn hard for my dreams now. “Blake, this thing between us.”

He surges up and captures my face with his hands. “Shh, Alyssa, no more questions. I’ve missed you. Let me treasure you for the night.”

I want to resist but I can’t because in his heated eyes I see wicked delight and ecstasy. Who needs a drug when Blake’s so addictive?

“Maybe we should—”

His hand moves under my shirt and once again that possessive touch of his undoes me. “Shh, tonight is all about you.”

I feel like it should be all about him. When his lips finally claim mine I’m the one clinging to him. I say with my welcoming lips, ‘yes, let it be about us tonight and screw tomorrow’.

Soft but demanding at the same time, Blake’s mouth tastes mine. His tongue gently licks my lower lip and I’m trembling, holding back this wild yearning I have for him. He nips my lip and I open my eyes to see him staring at me with an intensity that makes my insides quake. And just like that his lips are gone and I blink.

He stands up and holds out his hand, waiting for me to grasp it. When I do he swings me into his body and then picks me up.

I can’t help but smile.

At the foot of the bed he lowers me. I’m still clinging to him, my arms looped around his neck.

“I love how you kiss,” he says, nuzzling my mouth with his.

We’re smiling as we kiss which I find endearing. “I love that wicked mouth of yours.”

“Oh, this wicked mouth of mine plans to kiss every inch of you,” he says, while one of his hands yanks my shirt up over my head.

I do the same to him. Now we’re both shirtless but I’m still in my oh-so-not beautiful bra. Lucky for me he obviously doesn’t care about my ancient, beige lingerie because with a quick snap the bra is bushed out of the way and his hands are cupping my breasts. I love his chest hair and let my fingers trace it and then his nipples, which instantly pebble from my once over.

Then he pushes me to sit on the bed. I’m keep my hands on the mattress, savoring the feel of letting him take control and feast on my breasts. His mouth dances over first one nipple than the other and then he’s holding one and sucking, drawing my nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth. He repeats his actions, taking his time to lave as much attention as he can on my now achy breasts. I groan, lean back more and soon find myself clutching his head, holding him fast to me. With one final light nip he leans back.

I’m left grinning like a fool as I look up at him. With his eyes zeroed in on me he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans and within seconds I’m treated to his massive erection.

“Nice.”

“I do aim to please,” he says, grinning like the cheeky bastard he is. Naked as the day he was born, he gets on his knees and within seconds he’s got my pants undone and they’re being yanked off my legs. I squirm to lift up my hips so he can haul off my panties.

He takes my white cotton panties in his hands, and holds them up to his nose so he can inhale my scent. Considering they’re drenched with my juices, his actions should gross me out but they do the opposite. I totally get that. Every night his briefs are under my pillow but not before I sniff them, wanting to have the smell of him all over me.

“I want you all over my face.”

That’s the only warning I get before he’s splaying my legs and then his mouth is hot and heavy on me. I spread my legs wider, like a good girl, and give him all the access he wants. I flop back onto the bed and enjoy his wicked tongue. He’s got a slight beard and the rough feel of his whiskers against my inner thighs leaves me feeling raw. Blake does something with his tongue where he presses over and down at the same time on my clit and he repeats his actions which leaves me panting and moaning within seconds.

I grasp his hair, desperate for him to get me over that edge. He splays his hand over my belly just above my pubic bone and then he thrusts a finger deep inside my now drenched pussy.

“You like?”

I can’t talk. I’m bombarded with sensation. His finger is pumping into me, but he’s tilted his hand and he’s hitting a pad deep within me I’ve never felt before. He presses on my public bone and within seconds I shatter.

“So fucking good,” he says, his words tickling my now overly sensitive area.

This time when my fingers find hold in his brown hair I give a yank and he finally releases me.

“What the hell just happened?”

He’s grinning with an ‘I’m-so-pleased look’ that I can’t help but blush, which is weird considering what we’ve been doing.