Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

THREE

Chris gently deposits me on the table and I lay back, pulling him down on top of me by gripping the collar of his shirt. I quickly unbutton his dress shirt, watching as the pale, inked skin of his chest is revealed to me. I run a hand down his chest, stopping just above his jeans before grabbing his erection and palming him through his jeans.

“Fuck, baby.” he mutters against my lips.

I peck his lips briefly before unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out of his pants. He groans, the sound vibrating against my neck and reaching straight for my sex. I run my hand up and down his length, gently stroking him and feeling him grow harder in the warmth of my hand.

He leads a hot trail of kisses down my neck and nibbling on my collar bone. He yanks down the top of my dress, revealing my lacey black bra and admiring my heavy breasts. He grins and licks a trail down the valley of my breasts, all the while reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. My breasts fall free, exposing my nipples to the cool air in the house.

He swirls his tongue around my hardening nipples as I continue to stroke his cock, running my thumb over the tip. He shivers and his wet lips envelope my nipples. He laps at them, easing the need within me. With his one hand he glides up the length of my chest before reaching my throat and giving a light squeeze.

His other hand reaches down and begins to rub slow circles on my wet, aching clit. I moan out his name, begging for more. His index and middle finger press against my entrance, slowly being coated in my juices before they enter me. He claims my other breast, sucking hard on my nipple, and circling it with his hot, wet tongue.

“Fuck, you torture me.” I mutter.

I can feel him smile against my skin before he flexes his fingers inside me, hitting my sweet spot with deadly accuracy. I arch my back and lose my focus, slowing my movements on his cock. He curls and straightens his inked digits, seducing me from within and I feel the buildup take control.

With the way he awakens the fire inside me I can’t deny the yearning I have for this man; it just grows and grows. I have to have him.

“Please, oh god, baby!” I whine.

I bite my lip, eyes closed as I fall into the pit of ecstasy that awaits me. 

“Fuck, just looking at you has me so hard. It fucking hurts, baby girl.” Chris crashes his lips down on mine.

I open my eyes, meeting those intense, soul-catching whiskey eyes. They bore deep into me and I kiss him back. “I missed this, Chris. So much more than you’ll know.”

I missed so much more than words can describe, too many nights I’ve gone without him. I felt a piece of myself missing. Chris was that missing piece. Chris and that dominant side I could never deny. 

A part of me wants to tell him about our baby, but truthfully I know it’s too soon. When he shows that he can control himself, proves that he trusts me again, and that I can trust him just maybe I’ll tell him. If he stops having issues with Jasper and I being friends. When he promises and shows that he can love and cherish me, but now is not the time.

“I’m gonna bury myself in your tight little pussy, baby girl, after I eat this pussy like dessert.” He leads a trail of molten hot kisses across my skin, kissing and flicking his tongue at my nipples.

I arch my back, weakening as he grows closer to my pulsing sex. His fingers trail across my legs before grabbing my legs and positioning them over his shoulders. I lock my ankles behind his neck as he kisses my inner thighs with butterfly kisses. 

“You smell so intoxicating, so wet for your master. Aren’t you?” He murmurs.

I mumble incoherently, my breathing growing erratic as I wait, anticipating the breathtaking moment when his lips claim my sensitive clit and plunge inside me. “Please don’t make me beg, baby.”