Indiscretion: Volume Four by Elisabeth Grace

above my head.
    He shook his head back and forth like he wasn’t seeing straight. “Holy fuck, woman.” His eyes dragged from my chest down to my feet and back again. “You’d better be planning a full on physical, or we’re going to have a problem.” He pushed his weight into me, his erection digging into my thigh.
    I giggled and squirmed, trying to dislodge myself from his grip. I shouldn’t have bothered. He didn’t budge. Maybe I’d have some fun and play with him for a while. “You need to get going so you aren’t late for your appointment,” I said in the most serious voice I could muster.
    He leaned in and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, sending tingles all the way down to my toes. “I’ll be quick,” he promised, trailing kisses from my neck to my collarbone. “Not by choice, but because it’s been so damn long and because you look so fucking phenomenal right now. You have no idea all the dirty thoughts running through my head.” He shifted and flexed his hips into me, his hard length hitting me at just the right spot before pulling away, leaving me craving more.
    “I don’t want you to be late,” I tried to argue. Even I could hear that there was barely any fight in my tone. Which was fine—I wasn’t really fighting him anyway.
    “I promise I won’t be.” He grinned wickedly as I had earlier when I’d thought about torturing him awake. I guess I deserved that grin now. I’d asked for it.
    He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. I shifted underneath him as my panties grew even more wet with desire for him. He still had my hands pinned above me, so I pushed my chest up, further into his mouth. He moaned around my nipple, then bit it lightly and pulled upward, finally releasing the rigid peak. The pain from his teeth burned, but it was a good burn. One I’d come to love. He repeated the process on the other breast and I moaned.
    Max was always so in tune with my body, knowing exactly what to do to drive me crazy with need. He released my hands and groped my breasts, his mouth heading down to where I craved him the most.
    When he reached his destination, he made a show of inhaling as he took in my see-through panties. “You even smell as sweet as you taste, baby.” If I wasn’t already so turned on, I’d be embarrassed. “These things are in the way, but I want you to keep these garters on while I fuck you.” Without another word, he placed his fingers in the crotch of the underwear and ripped them in two.
    “Max!” I said, all breath, no bite.
    “I’ll buy you another outfit.” He winked at me. “Though I’m thinking next time maybe a cowgirl or something.” He pushed the pieces of offending lace out of his way, roughly shoving my thighs farther apart, and licked me with his tongue from one end to the other.
    My hands dove into his hair of their own violation. “Max…” I breathed on a long moan.
    He flicked my clit back and forth, then pushed his tongue inside me. I wasn’t going to last long like this. I was way too turned on to draw this out. He continued lapping at me, occasionally voicing his deepest, dirtiest thoughts about how much he liked what he was doing. It was pure bliss.
    When he pulled away and slid on top of me, I voiced my displeasure.
    “I can’t take it another second, gorgeous,” he said huskily. “I need to be inside you. I want to fuck your brains out.” Max was a man with a plan, and I was all for it.
    Without preamble or warning, he slammed into me. “It’s been pure fucking torture not being able to have this as much as I’ve wanted it this last week.” He pulled out and slammed back into me. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I missed being inside you. This.”
    Pull out. Slam. “This is where I belong. This…”
    Pull out Slam. “Is mine.”
    Pull out. Slam. “Tell me it’s mine.”
    He ground into me and I moaned, unable to get the words out that I so desperately wanted to say.
    Pull out. Slam. “Say