Undeniably His(21)

He pulls me toward him, his large hands clasping my elbows. Our lips are only inches apart, and his dark eyes are alive with warmth and desire. “The only one I want to impress is you.” His eyes drift over my face, and back to my eyes.

I shift in place from the heat of his gaze, my muscles quivering, wondering how he does this to me. It’s as if I cannot escape, and don’t want to, but this cannot be happening. Is he just using me? Is this even right? My mind wants to rationalize everything, but my body just wants to give in. I want to shut my mind off and just enjoy the heat of his kiss on my hand, on my body, on my lips. Almost as if reading the tension on my face, he answers my lingering doubts.

“You’re a top-level manager now, Annabelle. Just delegate your work. I won’t tell.” He breathes warm kisses on my neck. “Work hard, play hard,” he breathes.

“I think they were referring to taking a boat out on the weekend after working all week.”

“We’re on a boat,” he says with a wicked grin.

“We’re not moving.” I smile up at him.

Kalin moves his strong fingers over my neck, caressing me between light kisses. “There’s more than one way to sail, Annabelle. We can explore the coast some other time. Right now I am more interested in exploring you.”

Kalin continues to plant light, wet kisses over my neck, and I shift toward him on the sofa as warmth spreads over my body. I feel a delightful mix of soft, warm kisses and prickly whiskers over my skin. He lifts my hand and licks the soft flesh between my fingers, sending waves of heat to my groin. “You have such beautiful hands. So smooth, supple, and soft. Inspiring,” he says with an amused smile.

“Inspiring?” I grin.

“Oh, yes. Inspiring and arousing. You can’t blame a man for finding inspiration in beauty, can you, Annabelle?”

Before I answer, he takes my forefinger and sucks on it, his cheeks pressed in and his eyes ablaze with raw, carnal desire. Any sentiment for righteous protest is overwhelmed with lust and longing. I shift again, moving my hips toward him. His gentle carnal assault continues. He rolls his tongue between my fingers. Back and forth he massages my soft flesh with his tongue. How can this be so arousing? I sigh from the warm sensations that travel directly to my core. He moves from each space between my knuckles to the next, kissing and sinking his lips and tongue into each groove while his rough whiskers prickle my sensitive skin. The feeling is so erotic. I fidget on the couch from my arousal. The scent of his hair fills me, just inches from me now.

He groans as I run my fingers through his hair and tug gently. His hair feels so lush and soft. I release a thick wisp from my fingers, and it falls tousled around his dark eyes. His eyes meet mine, and his carnal look makes me ache with need for him. At this point I don’t care if he’s my boss or my secret indulgence. I just want him to take me right here on this boat. I glide my hands from his shoulders, over the rippling muscles of his arms, and to the strong contours of his sides, and pull his T-shirt over his shoulders and arms. He lifts his arms, and I pull his shirt off and toss it aside.

Kalin buries his face in my neck, and I wrap my fingers around the nape of his neck. His breath is hot and arousing, and I angle my head to allow the familiar sensation of warm kisses and rough stubble to caress my neck. I close my eyes and moan. “Hmmm.” He glides down my neck with his lips and tongue, causing warmth to rush over my skin. His hand slips into my jeans and panties, and his fingers gently move over my moist center. “Kalin, please.” He slides his fingers inside of my wetness, and my hips writhe from the invasion.

He pulls his fingers out of my center and presses them to his tongue, slowly sliding his index and middle finger out of his circled lips. “Hmmm.” His deep, baritone voice vibrates to my core. I have never seen a man get turned on like Kalin, and it is sexy as hell.

Kalin moves his fingers over my waist and unfastens my belt. Placing his finger and thumb on the top button, he pushes it through the opening, and tugs the zipper down. After pulling my jeans and panties down to my thighs with both hands, he takes my hand and guides my fingers inside my heated center. My breathing is ragged. “That’s it, baby. Show me how you do it.” His eyes are burning with desire. He releases my wrist and I lie back and spread my legs. I rest back and move my fingers over my clit and angle myself to caress my moist flesh. Kalin eyes me hungrily as my mouth circles from the heat erupting between my legs. Fire spreads from my belly up my spine, and I lean my head back. “That’s it. Keep going,” he rasps.

Kalin unbuttons my shirt and pushes my bra down for access to my swelling peaks. When his mouth comes down on my hard nipple, my back arches and I gasp. With a skillful hand, Kalin unclasps my bra from behind and tosses it on the floor. Lowering his mouth to my skin just above my breasts, his tongue moves between my breasts and then slowly up the swelling flesh. He laves along the swell of my breast, before circling my nipple with his tongue. His fingers wrap around my wrist as I pleasure myself. “I want to taste you now.” His voice is gravelly and laced with hungry desire. He brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks my own essence from the tips. “Hmmm. You taste so sweet.” His teeth graze across my fingers as he releases me from his mouth. He guides my fingers back into my aching pussy. “Again. More. I want to taste you again. Show me how you get wet for me, Annabelle. Show me,” he growls.