“Will Robert be okay alone out there?” he asked.
“Yes, he sleeps in the living room.”
“Good.” He kicked the door closed with his foot, unknotted his tie, and slid it from around his neck. The fluttering of red silk caught her attention as his tie slipped to the floor. He watched her face and his eyes darkened. “You like that? Maybe I’ll bind you with my tie. Keep you open to anything I want to do to you.”
Oh, she knew about kink and spanking and secret games played by adventurous couples. She just never thought she was in the same field, but the idea of Stone tying her up turned her on to such an extent, she didn’t know what to do. He laughed low as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Ah, little one, we’re going to have so much fun together.” He shrugged out of his jacket, flicked open the buttons on his shirt, and closed the distance. “But not tonight. Right now, I need you to take away this brutal urge I have to mark you in every way.” He tugged her close, so her naked breasts pressed against the hair on his chest and her nipples hardened. “Open your mouth and kiss me.”
She parted her lips. He ducked his head.
It wasn’t a kiss as much as a possession. His tongue drove forth with no teasing foreplay, just a carnal hunger that held no politeness or civility, just as he had warned. She clung to him, taking every swipe of his tongue and demanding more, drinking in the spicy male essence that beat from his core, drunk on everything he could give her. Arilyn moaned and rose up on tiptoe, lost in his kiss, surrendering not only to the embrace but also to the night stretching before them in all its wild glory.
He wasn’t gentle. His teeth bruised, nipped. His hand tangled in her long hair and tugged hard, the prickling at her scalp reminding her he owned her for his pleasure. With his other hand, he stroked her breast, plumping, his thumb flicking back and forth over her sensitive nipple until it peaked and lengthened, shooting sparks of arousal to her core. Her body melted in happy confusion, so many sensations building inside, until her clit throbbed for attention and she grew wet and swollen.
As she scissored her thighs to achieve the needed pressure she craved, he broke the kiss, laughing low against her mouth. “My greedy girl, you’re so sweet. I’ve been dreaming of how you’ll taste and I refuse to be rushed.” He hoisted her up and walked to the bed, laying her down on the mattress. “This is what I dreamed of, you spread out for me, skin flushed, eyes soft and needy. So fucking beautiful.”
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded, her voice husky.
He obeyed, quickly removing his shirt and pants, shucking off his shoes with expert ease. He stood by the bed, letting her study him the same way he’d studied her. Arilyn propped herself up on her elbows, taking in every last mouthwatering inch of him.
Dear God, she’d never seen a man built quite like Stone Petty. From his rock-hard muscles, to his impressive stature, to the huge erection pulsing between his legs, he was larger-than-life. Larger than any man she’d ever seen. For an instant, worry seized her, wondering how he’d possibly fit with his wide girth, but then he grasped her ankles and she stopped thinking.
Slowly, he pulled her thighs apart. Wide. Wider. The cool air rushed over her pussy and contrasted with the burning heat tearing her apart. He licked his lips and leaned over the bed, his shoulders keeping her legs spread wide, trapping her deep in the mattress. His palms slid up her trembling belly and stroked lightly, peppering her skin with goose bumps. The amazing sensations of cold and hot, hard and soft assailed her. Another moan tore from her lips.
He looked up from her body and slowly smiled. “Now let’s see how many times you call me ‘Officer.’”
He dipped his head.
Sanity was ripped away from her inch by ragged inch. He was the devil himself, with his wicked tongue and lips and teasing strokes. He settled in and refused to be rushed, even with the urgent lifting of her hips, grinding against his mouth with no shame, only the need for release. Those soft lips sucked at her clit with just enough pressure to turn her on but not get her off. His tongue rubbed and licked down her slit, over her labia, making hungry noises that buzzed vibrations through her body.
Oh, she begged. Every inch of her ached and burned, her muscles straining for what only he could give her.
“Please, Stone, I need to—oh, God, please.”
He circled her aching, hard clit with the tip of his tongue, then massaged it with his thumb. Pinpricks of light marred her vision. She’d never been so desperate to come in her life, until she finally understood the darkness in sex, the ultimate, encompassing need to do anything for the orgasm being held from her.