It's like lightning entering my bloodstream. My heart pounds, sending fire to every crevice, every nerve. My temples start pounding, but it's got nothing to do with the imminent hangover tomorrow.
It's lust. Desire. Need.
The dress comes off in his hands and drops on the floor. I swear I'm about to self-combust as I step into him wearing nothing but my bra and panties, more naked than I've ever been for a man, but ready and willing.
He kisses me hard, pushing his lips against mine with so much force he bends my head. One rough hand slides through my hair, forms a fist, and jerks my head lower, all the better to conquer me.
His other hand rubs up my back, feeling for the clasp to my bra. He's not screwing around and wasting anymore time, and I'm reeling from the shock.
“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,” he growls, jerking my bra off and throwing it over his shoulder. He notices me pinching my thighs together, trying to hide the crazed wetness seeping through my panties.
Chris tears at my waistband, brushing my pussy with his thick fingers. “These are coming off, girl. You've got nothing left to hide from me, understand? Now, lay down and spread your legs so I can suck what I should've tasted weeks ago.”
Whimper isn't an accurate description for the fearful desire pouring out of my mouth. He pushes my butt down on the bed and opens my legs, tearing at my panties, jerking them down my legs in one fluid movement.
I'm completely bared to him before I know what's even happened.
His calloused hands push my thighs apart and he works his lips, stamping new hot, aggressive kisses up my legs, stopping at my inner thighs. The same tongue he's teased against mine a hundred times works virgin flesh.
I can't stand it. I'm never going to live it down if I start coming before he's even put his mouth on my clit. My fingers dig at the Egyptian cotton sheets, feeling their softness, trying to anchor myself for the storm rising up between my legs.
Chris stops for one long second to give me a look. His green eyes are violent, wanton, glowing mirrors for all the ways he's about to fuck me. He's going to make me forget what virgin even means.#p#分页标题#e#
The same rough stubble that's made me come undone before rips through me when it brushes up my thighs. He's stamping his lips up, feral and hungry in a way I never imagined, heading right for the slick heat throbbing in my center.
My legs kick reflexively. A terse moan rips out my mouth, and the sound makes him put both his hands on my thighs, spreading them, pinning them down, opening me for his insatiable mouth like he owns me.
And when his tongue brushes my pussy, he absolutely does.
I almost explode the very first time his strong tongue slaps my clit. His strokes tease me at first, hurling me toward the edge, tasting my virgin folds. With my legs locked down, his hands rise up my body, roaming. My nipples pulse between his fingers, puckering into nothing, becoming his toys.
My whole body becomes his, his, and only his with every flaming lick. His tongue speeds up, pushing deeper through my virgin folds, catching my cream. He's desperate to fuck me with his tongue too, I just know it, but not until he's had his dick there.
His chin rides up, and he focuses on my clit instead, lashing me over and over and over in ferocious waves of pleasure.
I can't take more than a minute. My fingernails tighten on the fistfuls of cotton sheets until it feels like they're about to tear, and I don't give a crap either.
My body arches up, riding him as I come, and I scream like I'm losing my mind. Hell, I guess I am.
After tonight, nothing will ever be the same. It's like the world's ripped open and I've fallen into an alternate universe, one where kissing heaven and hell is just routine. But all I really want to do is kiss him a thousand more times, savor all the unthinkable ways he's going to bring me over the cliff, into the blinding white heat that melts every inch of me.
He won't stop licking me the whole way through the fireworks exploding in my veins. My body won't stop convulsing, trailing his mouth, bucking up and down until I can feel his stubble, teeth, and tongue all over my pussy.
No joke, I almost black out. When I remember to breathe and the aftershocks finally die down, I look up, and see him standing over me. He's taking off the neat vest he's been wearing all night, and then he starts working on the button down shirt underneath.
My legs pinch shut awkwardly, feeling a new rush of wetness.
He shakes his head and gives me a stern look. “You keep those legs open for me, princess. We're not done. Not by fucking half.”
When he's on the last button, something comes over me. It feels almost like a ritual, watching Mr. Prime and Proper unveil the bad boy underneath in all his mad glory. My hands shake, but I force them to reach out to grab both sides, and rip his shirt back against his shoulders.