“No,” She murmured sweetly and it nearly sent me into a downward fucking spiral. This side Amala currently displayed was one I’d never witnessed before. “I don’t do kisses though.”
“Neither do I,” I admitted aloud. A fact nobody knew about me. I’d kissed someone once. My first girlfriend. It disgusted me. It was sloppy, her lips tasting like cheap beer. Ever since then I hadn’t done it again.
Now I wanted—no, needed to taste her lips. I could already foresee the effect it would have on me. Amala liked chamomile, mint, and green tea. Always chewed gum and only drank vodka or a strong cocktail so I knew she’d taste delectable. Just like she smelled.
“I’d make an exception for you though,” I said, my voice sounding unfamiliar. She shifted on my lap, pushing me backward. Until my back hit the couch before straddling me.
I tossed my cigarette onto the floor, stepping on it with my foot to kill the burning ember.
A low, rough groan escaped my lips and my hands instinctively rested on her hips despite the urge of wanting to move them a little lower. “You would?” She asked in a tone that screamed mockery.
Her hands wrapped around my throat, pushing my head back. “Should I feel honored?”
My breath hitched and I’m sure she noticed. For the first time ever I allowed a woman to handle me in this manner. To take control. “I can make you feel a lot of things.”
She moved her lips closer to mine again, but quickly swerved.
Nipping at my jawline. I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing. Normally I’d be able to control myself, practice restraint but this time I couldn’t.
I grabbed her ass, forcing her down onto me, and judging by the sound of her soft gasp I’m certain she could feel my erection.
The thin fabric of her stockings did nothing to separate the space where our bodies connected.
Fuck me. What was I doing?
This opportunity should’ve been used to share the reasoning behind us being pulled from the case but instead she sat on top of my dick like this is exactly where she belonged.
“Don’t start shit you can’t finish,” I said hoarsely, breathing through my nose.
“When have I ever started something I couldn’t finish, Ares?”
She sank her teeth into my neck, biting the flesh and it instinctively made me raise my hips, groaning softly. “Or did you forget how I took every single inch of you without complaint?” She whispered against my skin and my cock twitched in my pants.
Memories of that night replaying on an endless loop. “Yeah,” I slid my hands up her bare back, thanking the Lord for the style of her top.
Open back. Warm skin. Delicate underneath my fingertips. “You took me so well, like you were made specially for me.”
She hissed, probably turned on by this moment as much as I was. “Just one taste.”
“No,” She said sternly but it lacked its usual venomous bite. “You don’t deserve it.”
My hands slid higher, tangling into her long hair. I tugged her head back roughly and she almost made a sound but quickly bit her lower lip.
“Then tell me what I can do to deserve it.”
I changed the dynamics, trailing soft kisses in her neck that was now perfectly exposed by the way I angled her head backward. “You’re in control mi corazón,” I murmured into her ear, licking the spot below it. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
Desperate.
I sounded fucking desperate. This wasn’t me. Wasn’t something I ever indulged in. I’d never begged anyone in my life before but today I was willing to do just that.
“Beg me.” She panted softly, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Beg me like a good boy.” Jesus Christ. If I had zero self-control, I would’ve came in my fucking pants.
“Please,” It sounded unnatural coming from my lips. Even more so when I realised who I directed the plea to. Amala, the woman who’d been nothing but a thorn in my side for years.
Now she straddled me while I spoke against her skin. Begging for a fucking kiss. “Please, princesa. Just one kiss. That’s all I’m asking for.”
She swallowed hard and I felt her throat moving against my lips. Amala held onto my jaw with one hand, leaning in.