Page 41 of Bastard-in-Chief
“Do you need help?” I pull away from the line I’ve been kissing along her jaw as she grunts in annoyance.
“No. I can do it. They’re fucking buttons.”
“You could just rip them.” I offer up, sliding my lips across one perfectly bared shoulder. “Or I could stop kissing you and help.”
“Don’t. You. Dare. No stopping. Keep kissing. Buttons will not defeat me.” Her words are lost in the sensation of her hands sliding up my chest beneath the shirt, and her gasp as I bite down on her ear lobe.
“Belt. Belt is easier,” she whispers. Her hands follow her words, tugging at the belt buckle until it comes undone. The hook and zipper of my slacks follow suit. “Thank fuck.” Her hands plunge inside and she’s got a firm grip on my ass before I can do more than groan at the invasion. “Zipper. Get the zipper on my dress.” She whispers over and over before I delve back into kissing her.
Smiling against her lips, I step back, her grip on me dragging her away from the window. My wandering fingers found the zipper pull earlier tonight, flicking it inadvertently when I couldn’t resist sliding a hand along her spine. I take my time now, cradling the back of her head with one hand, using it to deepen our kiss, while my free hand pulls the zipper with excruciating slowness. I pull back when I get the zipper all the way down and nothing happens.
“There’s a hook at the top.” Sophie says, freeing her hands and grinning at me. Lifting her hands, she brushes the side of my face, sliding her fingers into the hair at my temple. Spell-bound, I lean into her touch, another crack in my heart filling with her golden light, even as my fingers find the offending hook and flick it open.
The dress falls open, then drops to the ground as Sophie lowers her arms, leaving her standing in a pool of emerald fabric. I want to drop to my knees and worship her at the sight. My sweet, innocent Sunshine was hiding a sinful Aphrodite beneath that dress. She’s a goddess, a temptress, her curves wrapped not in the bra and panties I was expecting, but in a peach lace corset, complete with garters holding up a pair of thigh-high stockings.
“Sunshine…” It’s all I can get out before I’m on my knees in front of her. “Fuck me. I may have just swallowed my tongue.” I run my hands over her torso, the lace and satin teasing my fingertips. My lips follow as my hands slide around her hips, grabbing her ass like she grabbed mine, pulling her sweet pussy towards my face. A desperate need to taste her fills me.
Her strained chuckle stops me. “I was hoping to escape the weekend without any emergencies.” It’s not her words, it’s the tension in her body that has me looking up at her. “Is it…?” She swallows. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”
“Like it?” I surge to my feet, cupping the back of her legs and picking her up in one go. “Sunshine, you’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“But—”
“If you’d asked me an hour ago how I wanted to die, I would have said in my sleep, sixty years from now.” I walk us to the bedroom, Sophie’s legs wrapped around my hips, the heat of her pussy against my cock exquisite agony with each step.
“And now?”
“I’m pretty sure my heart stopped the second your dress hit the ground, because seeing you in that can only mean I’m in paradise.”
I set her down, my eyes never leaving her face as she sits on the edge of the bed. I toe off my shoes and unbutton the shirt she was too flustered to manage earlier. She leans back on her hands, ankles crossed as she waits. I finish stripping out of my clothes, my cock standing at attention the second I free it.
“Fuck Sophie, I can’t decide what I want to do first. Now I know how you felt last time. Do I feast on that sweet pussy? Or do I peel those stockings off you one at a time, preferably with my teeth? Do I have enough self-control not to flip you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind? But the way your tits are spilling out the top of that…”
“Yes.” It’s dark in the room, but not so dark I can’t see the way her eyes close as she sighs the word. As if just my words are enough to make her come.
“To what?”
Her eyes snap open and she stares me down, challenging me. “All of it. Starting with the stockings.”
“Morning, Sunshine.” Sophie’s arm flaps wildly in my direction, missing my face by an inch. Chuckling, I continue kissing my way along the silky-smooth skin of her back, my fingers roaming over her stomach. Her answering groan could be from pleasure or because she wants to go back to sleep.
“It’s too early, please don’t make me get up.” The pillow muffles her grumble. She’s curled up on her side in the middle of the bed, the covers gathered up in her arms in front of her, hands adorably tucked up under her chin. “I’m enjoying this glorious bed.”
“You don’t have to wake up, just lay there.” I’d woken up earlier with her back pressed up against my chest, her head tucked under my chin. I’d contented myself with spooning for a while, even if that delicious ass nestled up against my dick was torture. But the need to touch her, to make sure this was real, won out.
My hand on her stomach draws circles, a little wider each time, until I’m grazing the underside of her breasts and the patch of curly hair between her legs. I smile at her tiny whimper when I kiss along the back of her neck. Teasing the full swell of her breasts, my lips make their way to her exposed neck. I shift my hips, pressing my erection against her, so I can reach the spot behind her ear. I could spend all day exploring every inch of Sophie’s body.
Groaning, her body goes limp, her thighs relaxing against mine, as I suck her earlobe between my lips. I slide my hand down her soft stomach and that’s all it takes to roll her onto her back, body limp and pliable.
“You’re mean.” Her small smile takes the sting out of her words and I can’t help my smirk, even though she can’t see it with her eyes still closed. “You tease a girl with a good night’s sleep in this big, glorious bed, and then you keep waking her up for amazing sex. You really are the worst.”
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.” I leave a trail of kisses starting from the back of her ear, down her neck and between those glorious tits.
Sophie’s body shifts beneath me, stiffening as she does a full-body stretch accompanied by a cartoonish yawn. “Don’t you dare stop.” Her hands come to rest on the back of my head as her body relaxes back into the mattress, her fingers running through my hair. I stop to taste the skin of her stomach, kissing my way to her hipbone. “I feel so lazy.”
I smile against her skin. “Not lazy—following directions.”
“I thought I was the boss when we were in the bedroom?”