Page 13 of Sassy Embrace
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, leaning in to whisper into her ear. His hot breath made her shudder. “Are you ready to get burned?” he taunted.
Leigh's lips parted slightly. He felt her rapid breath on his neck.
“If it’s all right with you, dear, I’m going to take matters into my own hands now. I know how much you hate giving up control. But I promise, it’ll be worth it,” he taunted.
She stared into his eyes and grinned. “First off, fuck you,” she said. “Second off, fuck me, now.”
What little was left of his restraint snapped, and he picked her up and carried her to the bar top where he set her down. She leaned back, resting on her arms.
“You know, I do enjoy top-shelf liquor at the bar. But I think I’ll enjoy this top-shelf pussy much more,” he cooed.
He started to unbutton her jeans and wiggled them down her thick thighs. She kicked her shoes off, then her jeans. Laid out before him wearing a pair of red lace panties damp from her arousal, she looked like a damn vision.
The sight that greeted him had his own arousal throbbing painfully against his jeans. Her body was flushed with anticipation, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him with unadulterated desire.
He allowed his hands to drift down her body, fingers tracing the edges of the lacy panties that clung to her like a second skin. His fingers curled around the waistband, tugging it down slowly as he watched her biting her lip, nervous and excited all at once.
He found himself smirking as he tossed the piece of fabric aside. The sight of her bare under his watchful gaze sent a wave of pure lust coursing through him, igniting every cell in his body. Her legs opened slightly and invited him in.
Kneeling before her on the bar floor, he let his eyes roam up her parted legs. His gaze danced over the soft curves of her hips and the gentle swell of her belly before they settled on the spot between her thighs. He tasted her arousal in the air. Her hips slid on the bar top from sweat, as she tried to get closer to him, being anxious and greedy.
“Patience, baby,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. He grabbed her hips and pulled her further toward him. A gasp escaped her.
Just as slowly, he let his tongue trace a path from her knee up to where she was wet and ready for him. His touch was light but deliberate, teasing yet promising more.
Leigh's hands moved to his hair, her fingers clutching at the dark strands, readying herself for the onslaught of his tongue.
Claude took a deep breath and ran his thumb along the slick folds. Leigh’s breath hitched as he teased her, a soft moan escaped through her gritted teeth. Gently, he spread her legs farther apart and lowered his head between them.
A soft sigh escaped her lips at the sensation of his tongue darting out to taste her for the first time. It was damn near hypnotic. “You taste better than I had even imagined,” he claimed.
Her hands further dug into his hair. “Oh, Claude," she hummed out in a husky voice filled with desire.
His name spilled from her lips and lit him up like fireworks on a dark night. He couldn’t help but growl in response. Claude's tongue moved in slow, languid strokes, exploring and tasting her in a way that had Leigh gasping and writhing beneath him.
Her hips bucked against him impatiently as the rhythm of his tongue intensified. His hands gripped tightly onto her hips, pulling her further into his mouth while his fingers explored the tender flesh of her inner thighs. The more Leigh squirmed and twisted on the bar top, the faster his tongue moved.
"Claude," she pleaded softly, and her voice trembled with the urgency of her need. But he didn’t relent in his exploration of her, his desire to taste every inch of her overriding everything else.
Her moans filled the air as he found that sweet spot inside her and devoured it ruthlessly. Unable to contain herself, one hand reached down to grip his hair tighter while the other clung desperately onto the edge of the bar top.
Drunk off her taste, it took all his self-control not to rip her off the bar and bury his dick in her so fast, she wouldn’t see it coming. But he used her impatience to his advantage. Her next climax would be so rewarding if she waited a little longer.
“What a good girl you are when you come for me,” he said. He used his hand to wipe the rest of the juices dripping from her and placed them in his mouth to clean it off. She stared doe-eyed.
“I hope you haven’t had enough, because I’m just getting started.” He quickly grabbed her and turned her over on the bar. “Hands on your knees, that beautiful ass in the air.”
Just the sight of her bare ass was enough to make him want to rush, but he palmed his erection through his pants and tried to keep the desire at bay for just a little longer.
He was about ready to unleash his assault on her ass when she quickly looked over her shoulder. “Claude, I appreciate your patience,” she said while pulling her hair to the side. "I know you’re doing this to display some kind of male dominance thing, and just this once, I’ll let you win. But if you don’t fuck me rightnow, I will grab that Jack Daniels bottle to your left and take matters into my own hands.”
He was at a loss for words. Who was this girl and where had she been his entire life? He had every intention of making this slow and torturous, but with her filthy mouth, she shredded what little resolve he had left.
"Challenge accepted," he murmured in response, his lips curled into a predatory smile as his gaze darkened with lust. He pulled her off the bar and bent her over the bar stool.
He wasted no time in unzipping his pants so his thick erection sprung free.
He grabbed hold of her hips and pressed the head of his cock against her slick folds, evoking a shuddering sigh from her lips. Her scent was intoxicating, making him heady with desire and need.