Page 58 of Lovestrung

Our breathing was loud in my ears as his hands left me and went to the nape of my neck, unbuttoning the top. I counted them as he kept the pace achingly slow.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten…

“How the fuck do you get this thing off in a hurry?” he grumbled.

I laughed at the frustration in his voice. The fact that he could make me laugh at such an intimate moment surprised me.

“It’s meant to be sexy and torturous to the man doing the undressing.”

“Mission accomplished,” he grumbled, making me laugh even more. But as soon as the last button came undone and he practically wrenched the lace down my arms, my laughter died. I felt one of his hands on my spine, pressing down gently, and I leaned over the counter before me. “My dick is so hard, darlin’. I’m desperate to take you.”

The coolness of the counter send a shudder through my heated skin. More, I begged silently. Make me burn up.

“All this girly tulle has made me wonder what’s underneath your skirt all night.” The sound of the zipper of my skirt felt loud in his dimmed kitchen and he pulled it down. “Fuck, black lace,” he groaned, making me smile in triumph. “My fucking weakness is black lace.”

“I’ll buy more for you,” I promised.

One of his fingers followed the line of my thong as he shimmied the skirt down, making me whimper at the tantalizing touch.

“No, I’ll buy more,” he sighed, his hands now splayed on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. “Are you particularly fond of these panties?”

“Not really, why do – oh!” I gasped when the seams pinched, biting into my hips seconds before I heard a ripping sound. I raised my head and stared at my frayed thong dangling from his index finger. “Good God.”

He grinned at me, a devilish look in his eyes. “I’d tell you I was sorry, but that would be a lie.”

I lowered my eyes and shook my head. “Such a guy. I always thought it couldn’t be done when I read it in a book, but I guess you just proved me wrong.”

“Hmm, now I wonder what kind of books you read.” I watched my panties disappear into his pocket, and I was about to answer him, but I lost my train of thought when he reached behind his neck and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

“Fuck. Me,” I whispered at the sight of his chest. His abs looked even more pronounced than the last time I saw them – had it really only been a year ago? – and I couldn’t say I objected to it.

“Not yet,” he grinned. “I haven’t even started tormenting you.”

I smiled at him and stepped out of my skirt, widening my stance even more. Heat flashed in his eyes and he leaned across me, making quick work of ridding me of my bra before he gave me his weight. His arms caged me in as he rested them against the tabletop, and it caused me to hum with pleasure.

It was intimate. And hot as hell.

“I want to hear you scream,” he whispered, his lips so close to mine. “But first, kiss me.” His warm chest felt wonderful against my back, though also a little constricting as I leaned up and caught his bottom lip between my teeth. The groan that fell from him sent shots of lust down my belly, making my pussy throb, and I took the kiss deeper. I licked his lips, basking in his gasps, my tongue fucked his mouth, and I’d never felt more fulfilled than I did right then. The outline of his cock pressed into my ass, and I wanted to curse at him for still having his pants on.

“Jeans off,” I panted against his mouth. “Now.”

I wanted to damn him to hell when he chuckled against my lips. “Bossy Penelope. I like it.”

I almost growled when he ignored me but then jerked when I felt his hips move away, replacing the weight of him with hot air. Lightly, he pressed his thumb against my anus, but quickly moved on when I tensed at the intrusion. When it glided down between the cracks of my ass and he swirled it around my wetness instead, we moaned together, going to war on each other with our mouths, tongues and teeth. His determination and skill as he rubbed my clit, pinching and teasing it, made me rotate my hips, urging him for more.

“Ethan,” I mewled against him. “More, baby, more.”

Maybe I should have felt embarrassed about sounding so needy – so filled up with flames – but I couldn’t give a damn. This was more than I’d ever hoped to have. This kind of passion was the stuff of romance novels and movies, and I’d never dared to hope it was actually real.

But now I knew it was, and I wasn’t giving it up for anything in the world.

I had to fight to keep my eyes open, but I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. The look in his eyes – the sheer desperation coupled with tenderness – was more than I could handle, but I basked in the way he looked at me.

I craved this.

I needed this.

“Tip your ass, darlin’.” He hitched my left leg until my knee rested on the tabletop, and my head dipped as his fingers stretched me wider. Sweat beaded on my head and violent shudders tore through me as he finger fucked me deeper. I’d never been able to come from penetration alone but the way he worked me, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my spine, making my body break out in goose bumps, sent me into a tailspin of pleasure.