“Keep your hands on the glass.” He slips a hand down into the neckline of my dress, pushing aside the bra cup to fondle my bare breast. “Tonight, your breasts, your ass, your pussy, belong to me.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers as his other hand lifts the hem of my skirt high over my hip. “Do you agree?”
Gasping for a breath, I nod.
“Good girl.” He grips the waistband of my panties and tugs them upward, so the fabric pulls tight against my aching clit. A moan escapes my lips at the pressure. The newness of his touch and the unfamiliar feel of his body, his smell and taste give me equal apprehension and thrill. Yet, as he eases the panties back down, the shyness I thought I’d feel doesn’t come.
Tonight, I’m somebody else.
Andrew lets out an appreciative groan as he cups my breasts in turn, kneading the soft flesh with worshipful measure. His other hand draws a trail around to my ass where he caresses my ass cheek, then delivers a gentle, firm slap.
I jerk at the sound of his palm on my flesh, the slight sting nothing compared to the flame of pleasure that bolts right through my pussy.
In one move, he yanks my dress open. A rush of cool air assaults my bare skin as the silk falls to the floor.
“Ever since you walked into the bar, I wanted to see you like this.”
I try to twist, to look back at the lust in his eyes, but Andrew takes my hands and places them firmly on the glass. “No moving,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the back of my neck. He unhooks my bra, and my breasts spill into his hands.
God. I let out a moan, and he’s suddenly touching me everywhere, his hands exploring the curves, dips and rises of my body. I moan when he strokes up my inner thigh, and step my legs apart in an invitation I can’t control. My body knows what it wants—I’m powerless, bending to my lust’s will. Submitting to him, just as he said I would.
He spins me, and I gasp as my back presses against the cool glass. He grabs my panties again, strips them halfway down this time, and pauses. “I hope these aren’t your favorite,” he smirks, and I know he’s going to rip them before he does, the sharp cut of fabric into my skin like a devil’s kiss.
My heart flips as he drops to his knees. I look down my body, realizing fully that I’m naked save for the pearl teardrop necklace that rests between my breasts and my gold heels.
“Wider.” He nudges my thighs farther apart. I’m tight with anticipation and completely unprepared as he gently parts my pussy lips and runs his tongue flat over my clit. Pleasure slams into me, leaving me gasping. There is no reprieve, no adjustment period as he presses closer to me and works my pussy with his mouth. His teeth graze my tender flesh as his tongue flicks and strokes my clit. I nearly lose my balance and brace myself with one hand behind me on the window. The other winds into his hair, holding him between my legs as he loves me with that wicked mouth.
His fingers tighten around my hips in response. “You taste so fucking good. Jesus.”
I’m mumbling something as I start to lose myself in the build of sweet, demanding pressure. It’s chasing me and with each swirl and stroke of his tongue, it runs faster… getting closer.
I realize I’m panting, please, please, please, and I’m torn between giving in to the release he’s offering, and making it stop. The intensity is out of control. I’m out of control as I thrash against the glass and hold him to me with desperate need. It’s scary, exhilarating, and I need it to end… I need him to make it stop, to make it better, to push me over.
To set me free.
Suddenly, he plunges two fingers up inside me, and thrusts them hard. The thick movement jacks the pleasure higher until I know I’m going to implode. Two thrusts, three and my body tenses, every nerve alive and waiting until my orgasm slams through me in a rush of pleasure.