I wanted so desperately to reply to him, to say without hesitation thatI was meant for you, but that would be going a step too far and would end the fantasy we were building together. For now, it was okay just to pretend we could be something more.
As long as I didn’t push it too far.
So, I swallowed my words and turned so he could undo my bra. I knew from experience that he was more than capable of doing that with one hand, but that seemed too rushed, too primal.
Normally, relief flooded me when I removed my bra after a long day, but now, I was far too aware of myself, of the cold air against my skin, which was only banished when Paul’s arms wrapped around me and he embraced me from behind.
I felt unusually small in Paul’s arms, but not in a bad way. And not in a gross way either. I just felt... protected. Looked after. Something that had become quite alien to me of late.
I shuddered as Paul kissed down the side of my neck and then my shoulder, goosebumps rising in his wake. I could feel the swell of his erection at the small of my back, pressing insistently, and despite the leisurely pace we were taking, I desperately wanted to get my hands on that garment and rip it from his body.
Not for the first time, it was almost as if Paul was the one who had psychic tendencies, because as soon as I thought that, he turned me around and brushed my lips with his. Finally, I was able to fully loosen his pants and get them out of the way.
I was fully ready to continue the festivities on the bed, but Paul didn’t let up his grip. It wasn’t hurtful, or even forceful, just... firm. I stayed still, wondering what his plan was, but then he knelt in front of me.
He wasn’t a giant of a man, especially not compared to his brother, but he wasn’t exactly small either. He had at least a foot on me, and that combined with his broad shoulders still made him a towering statue of a man even on his knees.
He began to kiss his way down my chest to my belly before slowly easing me backward. I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, trembling slightly in anticipation.
Paul had been no slouch in eating me out the first time, so if he wanted an encore, I was more than happy to oblige.
“I want to taste you,” he rumbled, and there was that hint of animal in him that never failed to get fire burning in my belly. It helped me not get carried away in the romance building in my head and made what was happening between us more about the physical. That’s what I told myself, anyway.
Normally, I would have a quip for such a situation, a little play on words about eating me out or dinner being ready, butit simply didn’t feel right. Felt too much like masking, and that really was the last thing I wanted with Paul. So instead, I let a single word fall from my kiss-swollen lips.
“Please,” I whispered.
And while he didn’t quite say “as you wish”, it was implied as he leaned and pulled my shorts down my thighs, helping me lift my hips when necessary. He was much less patient with my underwear, however, biting at the waistband and dragging the fabric down in such a possessive way that I could hardly breathe.
Because, despite my incredibly independent and headstrong nature, Iwantedto be possessed by him. To be cared for, to be nurtured, to be dominated, to be worshipped. All the sides of the coin, from benevolent to feral; I wanted itall.
For what it was worth, Paul most certainly delivered.
Once he finished sliding my panties off, his mouth was on me. It was like he had two separate personalities, going from tender, almost reverent to downright ravenous. The phraseeat his way to her heartpopped up more than once in my head as he warmed me up with his tongue, pressing in with his nose, kissing here and there.
Since I knew what he was capable of, I was well aware of exactly what he was building up to, and it made every single moment that much more intense. I was impatient, wanting him to get to the good part where I was screaming and coming right on his face, but also, I never wanted this to end. I wanted to linger in the delicious, endless torture forever where there was no murder hanging over our heads and no harsh reality where we came from two separate worlds and were inherently incompatible.
“Paul,” I murmured breathlessly, like I was the one who was praying despite Paul being the one on his knees. “Paul, Paul, Paul!”
My hands scrabbled around, desperate for a hold as he began to apply more pressure and his licks grew longer. He grabbed my wrist and buried my beseeching fingers in his thick, dark hair.
I grabbed hold like it was my last lifeline, and in a way, it felt like it really was. That illicit pleasure that Paul was so good at summoning was swiftly rising in me, making the muscles in my abdomen jump and my breath grow short and choppy.
“Oh God…” I whispered as Paul slipped his fingers inside me. The sensation, along with his mouth, tongue, and nose on me, had me nearly going blind with the rush of everything.
But when that rubber band finally snapped, it was rhapsody. Pure, unadulteratedrhapsody.The sound that tore out of my mouth was broken, gasping. I was going to be hoarse tomorrow.
Tomorrow might as well be an eternity away, because time didn’t exist as pleasure flooded every single cell in my body, over-firing my synapses until nothing else remained. Paul didn’t let up until I collapsed onto the bed, shuddering with aftershocks bordering on overstimulation.
“You always come so beautifully for me,” he murmured, planting soft kisses along my trembling thigh. I lay there, utterly spent, knowing the experience wasn’t done. Not that orgasmshadto happen to enjoy sex, but I wanted to feel Paul lose himself in me. I wanted to see his face screw up with the sheer force of his pleasure as he let out that masculine roar that made my knees weak.
I pulled him up my body insistently, not stopping until I could kiss him again. And although it was slow, sweet, and syrupy, there was an undercurrent of urgency with the way his cock was dripping against my stomach.
“Please?” I murmured again, and naturally, my handsome partner-in-investigation saw fit to honor my request.
Lucky me!
Chapter 17