Within seconds, he felt her resistance fade. Her body melted against his. He wanted to shout in victory as she opened her lips and let him in.
Far beyond being gentle, he devoured her. He was lost in a sea of sensation, his love for her making every touch, every stroke of her tongue against his more potent, more essential. His cock thickened further as need raced through his system. He pressed the hard ridge of his erection against her, letting her feel his desire.
He tore his lips from hers, his chest heaving. He slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders. “This dress has tempted me all night. I’ve been dying to find out what treasures are hidden underneath.”
Her eyes were glazed as she pulled away from him. “If you’re expecting sexy lingerie, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you.”
The dress slid down and caught against her hips. She reached up and cupped her bared breasts, raising them to his gaze. She pinched each nipple before moving down over her stomach.
“You never disappoint me,” his voice was rough as he untucked his shirt and worked the remaining buttons.
“No?” Her thumbs hooked into the fabric at her hips. She turned, arching her back as she exposed the naked globes of her ass. “I’m glad to hear that, because I’m afraid you’ve sampled all the treasures I’ve got.” The dress pooled at her feet.
He tore his shirt off and tossed it aside. He jerked her back and filled his palms with her breasts. He tugged and rolled her nipples as he pressed his cock against the crease of her ass. “Not all.”
A moan drifted from her throat and she rocked her hips. “Not yet,” she corrected.
Damn, he loved this woman. So willing to share her body with him, but tonight, it wasn’t just her body he was after.
“Had I known you were naked under that dress, I might’ve done this sooner.”
He released her breasts and roamed down to the line of curls on her mound. She made a noise in protest when he kept going and palmed her inner thighs, the silken lips of her pussy moist and hot against his thumbs.
“What would you have done?” she asked.
Her hands settled on top of his. She eased her fingers around, trying to take control of her own pleasure, to coax him to give her the touch she needed.
Not this time.
He chuckled at her effort as he moved her hands up, around his neck and waited until she laced her fingers there. The position arched her back, thrust her breasts out until they were too much of a temptation to resist.
“I’d have taken you to a dark corner of the gardens.” He massaged her breasts, pushed the creamy mounds together and imagined how it’d feel to slide his dick through the smooth valley and into the warmth of her mouth.
Fuck. He wasn’t going to last another minute with thoughts like those.
“Then what?”
His cock pulsed behind the zipper of his slacks, demanding freedom. He swallowed hard, fighting back the lust that threatened his control. She wanted a story? He was more of a show than a tell kind of guy.
He ducked out of the circle of her arms and led her to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and positioned her between his knees. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she stood before him, unabashed by her own nakedness.
He ran his hands up the back of her thighs. Cupping the warmth of her ass, digging his fingers into the firm, round flesh, he pulled her closer.
“Then, this.” He drew a tightened nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her hands cradled his head as he used his tongue to flick the bud, then his teeth to gently nip.
“And this.” He switched to her other nipple, offering the same treatment, alternating between the two until both were rosy and slick from his mouth.
“How do you do that? My nipples have never been so sensitive before.”
He smiled against her breast. “I know what you need, baby.” He ran his hands over her hips, and tugged her forward to straddle his lap. “Undo my pants.”
“I like the way you think.” She hummed softly and settled her knees on either side of his hips. The need in her gaze humbled him. She was already there and he’d hardly touched her.
She fumbled with the button of his pants, reaching in to wrap her hand around his length before she even had the zipper down. He groaned at the feel of her around him, squeezing him. It took every ounce of his control not to flip her over and fuck her until she screamed.
Twice.
Gripping her wrist, he pulled her hand from him. It was agony to be without her touch, but he was too wound up. A couple more strokes and he’d blow.
“That’s enough of that.”
“But —”
“My way, remember?” He pressed against her chest until she sat back on his thighs, her body open and completely exposed to his gaze. “Close your eyes,” he commanded softly. “Arms at your sides,” he added when she reached to place her hands on his shoulders. He wanted her off balance, struggling to find solid ground as he played across the landscape of her body.