While she’d been thinking, Sean undid two of the buttons and now he stroked circles on her stomach with his thumb,each one rotating lower and lower. It looped around her navel, gradually dipping low enough to feel she wasn’t wearing underwear. Sean groaned and laid his forehead on her shoulder.
“I want you. I want to lay you down and lick you from head to toe. I want to bury my face between your thighs and eat you out until you scream. Then I want to bury my cock so deep you don’t know where I end and you begin, and ride you until we’re both exhausted. And when we catch our breath, I want to start all over and do it again.”
Von actually shuddered. Her nipples beaded into tight little points and between her legs, she felt her vagina soften and dampen. She swayed and braced her hands on the surface of the countertop to keep from sagging against him. Sean pressed closer. Von could feel his erection digging into her back. An erection she’d touched, and stroked, and caressed, and guided into her body.
A single, thick, calloused digit tunneled through her pubic hair to hover over her clit. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered into her ear. “Tell me you don’t want me, want this,” he demanded.
Von tried to make her mouth work. Nothing came out. This is wrong. Her mind knew it. Her heart knew it, but her body didn’t seem to care.
“When I was in that hellhole, not knowing if I’d live another day, the only thing that kept me sane was thoughts of you. I’d imagine you, laid out on your mattress, your hair flowing over the pillows. In my fantasy, I’d start with your feet and work my way up your body, paying homage to every inch, every dip and hollow. I took my time. Savored each lick, kiss, and nibble. It was so real, I could hear every gasp, every sigh, every moan and catch of your breath.” He kissed her neck, captured the skin between his teeth and bit down lightly. Then soothed the nip with his tongue.
“Tonight, let me make it real.” The finger he’d suspended over her clit made contact and she jerked her hips. “Let me touch you. Tease you. Please you.” He rubbed gently and she rocked with the motion. “Let me satisfy you,” he whispered in her ear. “Give you what we both need.”
“Yes.” The word flowed out of her mouth.
Sean froze. Time stopped.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she repeated softly, allowing her body to sink into his. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. Yes, she’d do this and deal with the repercussions later.
He buried his face in her neck and shuddered. “God, you don’t know...”
Von gasped as Sean suddenly swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She felt like a bride on her wedding night as he reverently laid her on the mattress. He undid her braid and arranged damp hair on the pillows, his expression intent as though it mattered that he got it just right. When he finished, he commanded softly, “Don’t move.”
Watching her the whole while, he bent and took off his boots, then lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. His dog tags clanked against his chest before nestling between his breastbones in the small trail of fine dark hair. His skin was so deeply tanned she knew he spent a lot of time in the sun shirtless.
He stopped and stared. “This is just how I imagined.”
She nervously played with the skirt of her gown, alternately smoothing and plucking at the material. “I’m sure you didn’t picture me in this.”
Sean’s eyes seemed to glow. “I’m flexible. Put your hands above your head.”
His command caught her by surprise. When she hesitated, he gestured with his chin. “Now,” he added, his voice deep and sexy.
Von slowly reached up and behind. Sean’s intent gaze made her feel like a temptress. When her fingers brushed the spines of her decorative, brass iron headboard, he spoke. “Hold on and don’t let go.”
The position arched her back and lifted her breasts. She wrapped her fingers around the rail and held on tight, watching Sean through lowered eyelids.
Sean took a deep breath. “Damn, that’s a sexy look on your face.”
He thought she was sexy? He should see the view she had. Once again her gaze traveled up what she knew to be thick, bulging thigh muscles hidden in those loose, camouflage cargo pants he wore. The waistband rode low on his slender waist, giving an enticing peek at his belly button and the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the green button. The front of his pants tented and Von could see the hard knob of his cock resting against the material, obviously unrestrained by any type of underwear. She licked her suddenly dry lips and Sean cursed.
“Baby, you keep looking at me like that and this is going to be over before it’s started,” he warned.
Von ignored him in favor of continuing her study. She counted the ridges of his stomach. Two, four, six—the man had a rare eight pack. Clearly defined pecs, minimal chest hair, biceps that looked pumped even while relaxed...
Von ran her tongue around her mouth again. This time to catch the drool she felt escaping.
Sean groaned and his penis flexed. A damp spot appeared. “You’re killing me here.”
She raised dazed eyes to his. What is he talking about?
He climbed onto the bed and undid the buttons of her gown, one by one, taking his sweet time. Then he parted the material, leaving a trail skin visible from neck to navel. She thought he would have bared her breasts completely, but he seemed content to leave only the swells showing. “Perfect,” he murmured, observing his handiwork.
Retreating until his feet hit the floor, Sean maneuvered his way to the bottom of the bed and knelt. Von rose onto her elbows to see what he was about.
“I told you not to move,” he commented mildly without taking his gaze away from her feet.
Von immediately dropped back into position, though curiosity was burning a hole inside.
Her gaze on the ceiling, she felt his hand cup her foot. “You have beautiful feet.”
Those ugly things? Von curled her toes self-consciously. Her feet were long and so bony the veins stood out. Her second toe slightly longer than the first, even weekly pedicures couldn’t beatify them and he thought they were beautiful?
Sean rubbed the pad of his thumb down her instep and Von flinched, her leg automatically jerking from the contact. He tightened his grip.
“Sensitive?”
“Ticklish,” she corrected. “Very ticklish.”
Sean rumbled something that sounded like approval. He raised her leg a few inches and she felt the heat of his breath seconds before his teeth bit down gently on her arch.
“Sean!” She wasn’t quite sure if that was a protest. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around the idea of his mouth on her foot.
He followed the bite with a lick, working his way up the center of her foot to nibble on each toe, suckling the biggest one. Mortified, Von closed her eyes. What he was doing was too intimate, too taboo. It embarrassed her that it also turned her on.
“I can smell your arousal,” Sean told her as he switched his attention to her other foot.
With nibbles, licks and kisses, Sean worked his way from her feet to her ankles, then up the inside of both legs, randomly switching back and forth. The gown rose with him. He paid special attention to the sensitive skin behind her knees, and by the time he reached her inner thighs, Von’s grip on the bars was painful and she audibly panted for breath.
She glanced down and the sight of his mouth, inches from her sex, caused her vaginal muscles to spasm. Von dropped her head onto the pillow, afraid she’d spontaneously combust if she continued watching. And wouldn’t that be a shame to die before experiencing her deepest fantasy.