Still, she seems as preoccupied with my appearance as I am with hers. She hasn’t even looked at the intricately set table and food.
“Hungry?” I ask.
She shakes her head slowly and gnaws at her bottom lip. “Not for food.”
Our eyes meet, and the heat that passes between us is raw and palpable.
“Come over here,” I order huskily.
Instead of arguing back like she usually does, she obeys with an alluring lowered gaze that makes my cock spring to attention. She rises from her seat slowly and struts around the table, coming to a stop between my parted legs. Her fingers graze over my shoulders and down my biceps.
I want to tear her gorgeous dress off with my teeth.
But I resist.
Because tonight, I want to take my time. I want to savor her body.
“Sit down.”
She doesn’t straddle me. Instead, she tucks one leg under the other and sits down daintily on my lap.
I like this position, though. I run my hand under the slit of her dress, smoothing my palm up the length of her thigh. With the other hand, I cup her cheek and run a thumb across her plump lips.
She keeps her eyes fixed on me. This whole moment feels like a fever dream. Every sensation is heightened to the fullest and beyond.
“You dressed up for me,” I point out with a wry smirk.
“We’re pretending we’re normal, happy people tonight, right? I figured getting dressed up was more normal than coming down stark naked.”
I chuckle at the memory. “I wouldn’t have minded either way.”
She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair slowly, brushing it away from my face and sighing softly. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“Always?”
She nods. “Since the first night I met you in that restaurant. You have amazing hair.”
“Why haven’t you?”
She shrugs. “It’s too intimate, isn’t it? Too gentle. That’s never been our thing. But tonight… I’m pretending it is. Let me lie to myself.”
She leans in and places her lips over mine. The kiss is light as a feather. It makes me crave more.
The beast inside me roars for the heat of her thighs. It wants to devour her.
But I wrench him back.
Slowly. Slowly. Tonight is about moving slowly.
My hand dances higher up her smooth thighs. Her legs part in silent invitation, and I let my fingers delve deeper.
The moment I reach her heat, I raise a brow. “You skipped a few layers, kukolka.”
Willow’s eyes burn with intensity to match mine. She shrugs innocently. “Oops.”
Then she leans in again and kisses me. This kiss is soft and deliberate, but there’s a new urgency lingering underneath.
She’s holding herself back just like I am.
Slowly. Slowly.
I run my fingers up and down her slit, teasing her. I part her open gently and probe inside, massaging until she breaks away, her breathing hot and heavy against my neck.
I pull my fingers out and raise them to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
She pulls two of my fingers in her mouth and sucks on them. Her moans vibrate around my fingertips deliciously. When she lets her mouth fall open, I return back to her pussy.
This time, my fingers slide in easily. Deeper. Her spine arches and she faces the ceiling. I take the opportunity to kiss the elegant curve of her neck. When she looks back down at me, desire burns deep in her eyes.
Slowly is starting to be really fucking difficult.
With my free hand, I slide the straps off her dress off her shoulders. She’s not wearing anything underneath, so the material pools at her waist, leaving her top half deliciously naked.
I lean down and capture her nipple between my teeth. She sucks in air and stiffens while I nip at her. After a moment, I send my tongue in. All it takes is one flick before she’s moaning on my lap.
“Oh, fuck, Leo. Like that… that feels good…”
As my tongue works over one nipple and then the other, I start finger fucking her a little faster. Her body rolls against mine and her hands flutter uselessly at my shoulders.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of turning her into a whimpering puddle.
I pull my fingers out at the same time I stop sucking her nipples. “Stand,” I tell her. “And lose the dress.”
Breathlessly, she does as I say.
It’s ironic how obliging she can be when it comes to sex, but the moment I give her a command outside of it, she fights me tooth and nail. She’s a study in contradictions, this little wildcat.
She stands and shimmies her hips until the dress drops around her feet. She steps out of it and walks back in between my legs wearing nothing but heels and a silver necklace. I grab her hips and press a kiss to her toned stomach.