Revenge would be sweet.
The shadows of her areolae and the tight buds of her nipples showed through the lace of her bra. She lifted her breasts in the palms of her hands as if offering them to him.
“Enough of the teasing. I believe I told you to strip, and I want to see those gorgeous tits you’re offering to me. Now,” he said, his voice grittier and rawer than he’d ever heard it.
Allie’s eyes widened, and her chest rose. She ran her fingers across her nipples and unclasped her bra, revealing high, firm mounds tipped with pink nipples a couple shades darker than her bra.
“You’re beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to get my mouth on those and turn your nipples a dark red. They’ll be so tender from all the attention I’m gonna give them. You’ll think of me every time they brush against the fabric of your bra.” He crooked a finger for her to move closer. “Come here. I want to touch you.”
As she sauntered to him, he kept his gaze on her face rather than on the bouncing tits he could see in his peripheral vision, wanting to convey this meant more to him than mere sex. It was one of the damn hardest things he’d ever had to do.
He pressed her to him, and his mouth descended over hers, swallowing her gasp. Wanting to taste more of her, he ripped away from her lips and nibbled his way down the salty skin of her neck to her breast. He swirled his tongue over the pebbled tip of her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
She dropped her head back, moaning his name. Her fingers delved into his hair and massaged his scalp, sending sparks of heat to his thickening cock. She wrapped her leg around his thigh, anchoring him to her.
As if he’d actually try to get away.
Angry voices carried from the courtyard. Allie tensed, lowering her leg to the ground and pushing at the top of his head. “Stop. It’s Taryn and Jack. They’ll hear us.”
Hell if he’d stop now. He gently bit the underside of her breast, causing her to yelp. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want them to know what we’re doing up here. Personally, I don’t care if everyone knows, so feel free to be as loud as you want.”
He flipped them around, facing Allie toward the courtyard, and slid down her body to his knees. He looked up at her as he flicked open the button of her skirt and slowly drew down the zipper. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. He dragged her skirt down her legs, pulling her lacy silk panties along with it, until both fell to the ground. Helping her step out of them, he carefully raised one of her sexy legs. He kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other, mirroring the act of tenderness.
Other than her strappy sandals, Allie stood completely naked like one of those Italian statues he’d seen in Florence. Vulnerable yet strong. Innocent yet sexy. Unaware of the power she held over him.
On his knees, he breathed in the tantalizing scent of her pussy, his mouth watering. “I’ve wanted to do this since you told me about how you used to lie on your lawn in a bikini during a rain storm. I know we were talking weather, but all I could think about was if I were with you, I’d peel your bikini bottoms down and eat you out as it stormed.”
Her breath hitched. “Quite an imagination you have.”
He chuckled. She has no idea. “That I do. Add it to all the reasons to like me.”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “Your creativity?”
“No, the fact I can make you feel as though you’re flying without wings.” He threw her leg over his shoulder and inhaled deeply.
He parted her trimmed labia to reveal the glistening folds and slipped his tongue into her opening. Like a shot of his favorite 151 proof rum, her essence went straight to his head, intoxicating him. He could become addicted to the taste of her arousal and to the little whimpers she made.
He pulled back the hood of her clitoris and circled the engorged pearl with the tip of his tongue. Then he replaced it with the pad of his thumb. “You taste downright sinful. Cry out as loud as you want. Doesn’t bother me. Anyone out in the courtyard can look up and see the bliss on your face, knowing full well you’re getting good and fucked.” Continuing to rub her swollen bundle of nerves, he plunged two fingers into her tight silky sheath. They both moaned. “That turns you on, doesn’t it, baby? Maybe they’ll stop and watch. Or maybe they’ll climb ten flights of stairs just to get a closer view. You want that?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her internal muscles fluttered around his fingers.
Trembling, she made a small cry of protest as he withdrew them.
He sucked her juices off his fingers. “God, Allie. You taste so sweet on my tongue. I’d like to start every morning this way. Keep your scent on my hands, on my face, in my mouth. You’d stay on me when we went to work.”