“Need you so bad,” his voice was low and hoarse as his tongue slid over my collarbone, trying to get lower.
I reached down and turned the knob of the door until it slammed open with the weight of our bodies. We tumbled in, me still wrapped around his hips and his tongue deep in my mouth.
Jameson kicked the door closed behind us and slammed my back up against the nearest wall. “You’re still so wet, Lex. So wet, I can feel it through my pants.” His words spread fire through my chest and caused a blazing inferno to ignite between my legs.
I knotted my fingers in his hair as he spread his hands against the cheeks of my ass, slowly slipping the tips of his fingers under the wet elastic of my panties. His fingers were so close. So close to where I needed them—wanted them. An ache swelled inside me as I shifted to find a way to push his fingers closer, deeper, harder. I couldn’t get enough.
I groaned with frustration as he leaned his head back and unwrapped my legs from his waist. He raked a hand through his hair and backed away, chest panting. “Clothes off, now.”
His hands were already on the button of his pants, yanking them down then kicking them off. Then they were lifting the hem of his shirt over his head, and there he stood, in all his glory, naked in front of me.
Did I hear drums crashing? Symbols? An entire symphony of some angelic choir singing his praise?
I burst out laughing. “Sophia is a complete moron,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it on the floor. Next came the skirt, which I dropped at the tips of his naked feet.
“Everything off,” he growled low. His eyes were locked on mine, lips parted, and he looked like he was having trouble breathing. Slowly, I slipped my bra straps over my shoulders and reached behind me to unhook it, letting the lace material fall limply to my feet.
“Every. Thing,” he whispered, swallowing hard.
I watched his eyes move over my breasts, following my movements. I hooked my fingers around the waist of my panties and slowly pushed them down my hips and thighs until they pooled at my feet.
His hands closed into fists and his cock visibly twitched and throbbed between us.
The way he looked at me. The way he stared at every inch of my naked body. The way his chest moved at a frantic pace and his tongue wet his lips. How his eyes lit like fire. I’d never felt so wanted, so beautiful, so sexy in all my life.
“Turn around. Bend over,” he said, darkly.
“Not too comfortable with people looking at my ass,” I whispered in a shaky voice.
“Look at it? Baby, I’m going to look at it. I’m going to kiss it, lick it, bite it, smack it—Lex, I’m going to own that ass.”
Must stay conscious…breathe Lex…breathe.
My head thudded back against the wall. “Jameson…”
“Turn around and bend over,” he whispered, reaching for my hand and spinning me around. When I faced the wall, his hands slid across my lower back and up slowly along my spine, pressing me down and bending me forward. My palms reached up and leaned against the wall as he pulled my bottom out closer to him.
Kneeling down slowly, he kneaded my ass and hips with his hands until he was eye level with the most private parts of me. Then he tightened his palms into my flesh and spread me wide open. I dragged in a low gasp. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.
“Fuck, Lexi. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He gripped even harder and pressed his lips against my opening, slid his tongue out and dragged it hotly up and over all my sensitive parts.
“I’m not…I’m not good at this…” I whispered in a small voice.
He bit my inner thigh and dragged his tongue and lips across my bottom to my hips and down again. “You’re perfect at this, Lex. Let go for me. I swear to God I won't stop until you come on my mouth.”
I closed my eyes and let out a shaky whimper.
No one had ever…
I reached up to better balance myself and his tongue swiped slow and wet over me again. “Oh, my God,” I breathed.
His mouth pressed into me further and then he was kissing and licking, biting and nipping. The heat from his mouth trailed over every inch of my flesh, his lips drew on every ridge and fold of my skin, and his tongue sank deeply into everywhere. His tongue moved in and out of me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pumping and plunging, dipping and thrusting—over and over again. Tension began to build, spreading out like a warm, coiling ache through my body.
The pressure made my knees weak. But before they buckled, James pinned me harder against the wall with his mouth and his words, “You taste so good. I can’t get enough.” He slid his tongue low, closed his lips over my clit, and sucked hard. Hot, wet, spiraling pressure throbbed through me. Shifting his grip on me, he dipped his head through my legs and latched his mouth onto my clit from the front. Then he gently slipped his thumb through my wet flesh and another finger into my bottom. “Ride me. Come in my mouth, baby,” he murmured against me, then sucked my clit between his lips so hard my body bucked and rocked against his mouth. His fingers pushed in deeper, harder. Low moans rumbled deep in his chest and I came apart against his lips, over his fingers, and in his mouth.
I slid down the wall, muscles giving out, his fingers still deep inside of me. His breathing was heavy…ragged. His chest heaved—rising, falling—his eyes desperate. “Never tasted anyone so sweet.”
I watched his lips as he spoke the words. The lips that just made me come. And I wanted more. I never wanted anything more in my life.
“This. This is what I’ve been missing?” I whispered, leaning forward, locking my lips on his and covering his cock with my hands. He was so thick and heavy. Warm and silky. My touch made him shiver and moan into my mouth. He was just as crazed as I was. Wanted this just as much. He moved back and leaned against the wall as I straddled him and slowly pumped my hands up and down his length.
He trailed his fingers down my shoulders and arms, down my back and over my hips. Shifting on his knees again, he lifted me straight up until he was standing, holding me with my legs wrapped around his waist. The thick, strong length of him pressed up against my opening and throbbed. “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing,” he growled, carrying me through the villa.
I arched my back as he moved, shifting his weight as he walked one foot in front of the other. He opened doors, frantically searching for the bedroom. “Where the fuck is the bedroom,” he growled into my ear as we opened up the second closet. His hard cock slid against me as he walked. At one point, he leaned against the wall, ran the head of it over my clit, up and down along the whole thing.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I said, taking his bottom lip between mine and sucking.
Pushing off the wall, he walked us further down the hallway and kicked open the next door.
A bed.
My back was instantly against the mattress, his fingers gripping hard against my hips and his cock sliding up against my wetness. I’d never been so wet in my life. “Ah, Lex…this feels…”
I squeezed my eyes shut. The way his feverish whispers fell against my ears and the way his hands gripped my hips desperately, was too intense. Too beautiful to even watch. The way he slid his heaviness over me, it was too beautiful to feel. The sensation curled and spiraled in my core and a strange heat bloomed out heavy in my chest. Over and over, he rocked his hips slowly against me, brushing his erection over me, teasingly.
“Open those gorgeous eyes, Lex,” he said, sliding his fingers under my chin and angling my face up toward him until I opened my eyes. His jaw tightened as he paused his movements then slowly sank the head of his cock between my thighs. “So goddamn wet,” he whispered as he raised himself up on one arm and tilted his gaze down between us to watch. I arched up and cried out into his chest as he pushed himself deeper inside me. His low gasp in my ear as he thrust into me made the edges of my vision blur. I couldn’t remember a time when the feel of a man filled me so much and so deeply. He leaned his head down into the crook of my neck and bit down softly with a slow ragged breath, then buried himself into me over and over again.