Ruthless In A Suit(45)

“My God, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.”

“Stop,” she says, but she doesn’t cover herself. It would be a crime to my eyes if she did. I need to drink this in. Her skin is luminescent. Her breasts rise and fall like an ocean wave, full and luscious in a black lace bra. Her mismatched panties tell me she didn’t get dressed this morning thinking anyone would see her naked, and that fact fills me with gratitude. I run my hands over her rounded hips, down slightly to the part of her I’ve had, the part of her that I taste in my dreams. But I don’t fully touch her there yet. I'm finally getting my time with her, and I intend to go slow and savor every moment.

“Come here,” I say, taking her by her hand and leading her over to the small plush sofa in the sitting room. I’ve only used this room a couple of times for formal aperitifs before equally formal (and boring) dinners. I sit her down in the center of the sofa, and before I can make another move she reaches out for my belt.

“You,” she says. I love that she’s only able to speak in one-word sentences. She starts to open the buckle, but I stop her. I do it myself, watching as her eyes stay focused on my body. If she’s going to stand displayed in front of me, I suppose it’s only fair I do the same for her. And gladly. The look on her face is pure appreciation. Knowing I’m already giving her such pleasure makes my dick strain even harder.

My pants are quickly discarded on the floor along with my socks, and I stand before Emily as she runs her hands over my stomach and chest, relishing in the feel of her hands on me. Her hand dances circles around my cock, going from my abs around my hips to my thighs. Her mouth is open, eager. I take her hand and rub it over my stiff cock, showing her what she’s doing to my body. Her fingers wrap around the outline of my dick as we slide our hands together, the slight friction and feel of her hand on me making my head spin. I could come right now if I let myself. But I’m not even close to being done.

When she moves to the edge of the couch, closer to me, I grip her hand a little tighter. She looks up at me, and I shake my head. No. She moves back on the couch. I need to control her, not to keep her from getting pleasure but to ensure that she gets all I have to give her.

I put my knees on either side of her, pining her to the spot. I press my lips to hers, taking her in, getting off on the little moans that escape from deep inside her. Her hands run over my skin, enjoying the feel of me as much as I enjoy her touch. I pull her forward slightly, my next target her bra. With my hand on the clasp, I ask, “Is this okay?” I want her to know that, even though I am in control, she has a say. But I never ask a question I don’t know the answer to.

“Yes,” she says, her voice hoarse with lust.

I release her full breasts from the confines of that sexy black bra. How did I manage to only devour one of these perfect tits that night at the restaurant? I take them in my hands as she arches her back, offering them up to me. I lick her nipple, her skin even more tantalizing here, and I once I’m here I don’t know how I’ll ever stop. I kiss and lick her, then give the same attention to her other gorgeous breast. She moans clearly now, loving the feast I’m having on her, and that only encourages me more.

I move to the floor in front of her and watch her eyes as I slid the last scrap of fabric covering her body. She raises her hips and I take those little panties down, tossing them aside.

I run my hands over every part of Emily. I feel her stomach, her breasts, her shoulders and arms. I touch her thighs, all the way down to her toes, painted some kind of light purple, which for some reason makes me smile. I kiss her toes, literally kiss her feet, because at this moment I would do anything for this woman.

I kiss up her thighs, ready again to take her the way I did at the restaurant. I could do it a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough. Kissing my way up her thighs, Emily writhes her hips, as eager for my tongue as I am to give it to her. I look up at her; her cheeks are flushed pink. Her breathing is heavy and she keeps biting her lips. I swear I almost come when her hand reaches for my head, gently nudging me toward her.

I kiss further inside her thigh, her smell animal and alluring. She scoots a little further down the couch, eager like she was at the restaurant, presenting herself to me, giving her sensual parts over to me. I let out a groan and with no further ado, flick my tongue over her pussy. Emily immediately responds with another moan. Her hands are gripping the edge of the couch, nails digging in. I lick the full length of her sex, savoring it. My tongue tastes the hardness of her little clit, brushing back and forth until panting noises come from Emily and her hand is once again reaching for my head. Just when I think she might come I change course and let my tongue roam across her slick folds, tasting all the parts of her.