Page 81 of Take The Risk

​It took a couple of minutes, but I caught her coming out of the bathroom near the back of the house.

​Coming up behind her, I grabbed her around the waist, murmuring, “It’s me,” in her ear when she went stiff.

​Pulling her with me, I moved us into a closet I knew would be mostly empty. I may or may not have scouted around when I arrived for places I could lure my scribbler and kiss her senseless.

​“You look beautiful.” I squinted against the dark, trying to take in the vision she was.

​“You look handsome,” she repeated the compliment she’d given me earlier.

​Unable to keep my hands off her, I ran them over her shoulders and down her arms. Tiny goosebumps popped over her skin. I knew she was just as affected by my touch as I was by touching her.

​“You had to wear this dress.” I leaned down, pressing my mouth to the hollow of her throat, needing to taste her. “Do you know what it’s done to me tonight seeing every man look at you in this dress, knowing you’re mine?”

​“Ty,” she gasped, her hands sliding up my shirt. “Ty, we can’t.”

​Oh, we could. I could hear the need in her voice, the hunger. I’d planned this on my way over. I wanted no question in her mind that she lived in my mind, that I couldn’t go through a night without touching her. Tasting her.

​“You should have thought of that before you wore this cock-tease of a dress.” I slid my hand between the slit at her side, moving the silky fabric out of my way. “If you didn’t want my mouth on this pretty pussy, you shouldn’t have teased me with a skirt that promised a glimpse of heaven every time you moved.”

​Like it had all night. Every step she took, the skirt parted, falling this way and that, moving closer to her pretty pussy, while still keeping her covered. Later, I’d thank Alex for this dress. I knew there was no way my scribbler would have chosen it. Sometimes I was grateful for her steamrolling habits.

​Dropping to my knees, I picked up her leg, propping it on my shoulder.

​“Ty!” she whisper-cried, her muscles tensing.

​I slid my hand up her thighs, kneading her muscles. God, she smelled like heaven. The hint of her floral perfume mixed with the perfume of her pussy was intoxicating. “I just need a little taste, baby.” I reached the waistband of her lace panties. Without hesitation, I ripped her panties, one of my favorite things to do, and she cried, jerking against me, until I held her still.

​I bunched the ripped fabric in my hand, dragging it through her folds, coating the material in her arousal. “I’m going to wrap these around my cock tonight when I get home and fuck my fist with the scent of you on my dick.”

​She moaned, her hands finding my hair. “What if I want to be the one to do it?”

​There’s my naughty little scribbler. “Then I guess I’ll just have to let you. But first, you’re going to let me taste this sweet cunt.” I didn’t wait. Lowering my head, I swiped my tongue through her folds. “You’re—”

​“Bare?” She rubbed her lips over my mouth, and I couldn’t help but run my tongue over the baby-soft skin. “Alex and I went to the spa today.”

​My blood pounded in my veins. I’d wanted to taste her bare for weeks but didn’t think she’d actually do it. I’d been fine with it. It was her body, her choice, but God damn…

​“Ty!” she cried, her hands fisting my hair.

​I knew the waxing would make her skin extra sensitive and used it to my advantage. Running my tongue around her clit, I traced her folds with my finger. The taste of her on my tongue made me desperate for more. I wanted to tease her, take my time with her, enjoy every shake and tremor of her body. But my self-control was barely hanging on, and I knew Alex wouldn’t be able to keep everyone from missing us for long.

​“I love the way you taste,” I said against her skin. Sucking her clit between my teeth, I played with the swollen little nub, knowing what would set her off. But not yet. We may not have a lot of time, but I was going to torment her with my tongue until she was incoherent.

​I wanted the only word in her gorgeous head to be my name.

​Above me she writhed, her back pressing against the wall.

​Slipping a finger lower, I found her aching entrance and worked two fingers inside.

​“Oh, God…” she moaned.

​Her muscles clenched around my fingers. I curled them, finding that spot I knew undid her. Within minutes, she was gasping and whimpering, barely able to say my name. Her juices coated my hand, and I laved every inch of her bare cunt, drinking from her.

​I felt the first ripple of her orgasm, and pumped my hand, being sure to hit that spot at the same time I bit down on her clit. She loved the little jolt of pain that brought so much pleasure.

​With a cry she convulsed around me. I worked her pussy as she shook and spasmed until she finally let go of my hair, her legs trembling. I was on my feet, pulling her to me, making sure she didn’t drop right there.

​Never would I be able to describe the pure male pride I felt knowing I’d reduced her to incoherent words, her body barely able to hold her up.