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indescribable. The way a girl moved said everything about how she would be in bed, and every single step that I’d watched Paris take screamed with this unbelievable grace. She was so beautifully put together. I couldn’t wait to take her apart.
I picked her up, stepped over the threshold, and kicked the door closed behind me. In one swoop, I threw her on the bed. She hit the mattress with a soft moan and looked up at me patiently. The only thing in the whole goddamn world I wanted was to rip her clothes off without a second’s hesitation.
But I’d meant what I said. I wanted to take my time and make this last as long as I possibly could. I forced myself to stop in my tracks and just look at her. Starting at her feet, I traced my eyes up her body, taking in every detail. She watched me do it and waited.
Her feet were shapely and pale, tucked into the woven straps of her black heels. The painted toes gave way to rounded arches, and the sliver of an ankle before reaching the bottom hem of the leather jeans she wore. I looked over the contour of her calf, inch by painstaking inch. It was torture to make myself stand there, to go slow, but it was the best kind of torture ever invented. Hell, it would’ve broken a lesser man. But not me. I could survive this kind of beautiful pain.
Her knees, bent slightly, separated her calves from the slight swell of her thighs. Encased in the tight leather, they rose and met at her tiny waist. I licked my lips, salivating at the thought of running my tongue up to the crease in her hips and delving into her moist slit. I wanted to squeeze those thighs and slide my hands up under her shirt, which hung from her neck in loose folds. I could see the edge of her abdomen and the beginnings of her breasts peeking out on either side of the top. Her torso was as porcelain and petite as the rest of her. Then her shoulders, her thin neck, so vulnerable, the elegant line of her jaw.
That mouth was a dark maroon, smeared slightly from the force of my kiss. And those goddamn eyes. No one had eyes like that, no one but her. They were almost translucently grey, and as I looked at her, they flashed with a mix of emotion that I could empathize with. I was feeling the same way—torn between wanting something so badly and wondering how I could have ended up in this kind of a frenzy. Wondering whether it might be a bad idea.
But going for it anyway.
I took one step and then I was on top of her. I held the back of her head with one hand and slipped the other under the edge of her shirt to support the lower part of her spine. She was tiny and warm underneath me.
The waiting game was over and the tension had shattered completely. Now, it was a race to see how quickly we could shuck each other’s clothes off. I’d never been so angry at a leather jacket or my jeans before, but all of the sudden they’d became the worst inventions I’d ever come across, and I wanted them fucking gone. I felt the exact same way about her clothes. The sparkling top that had been so captivating just a moment ago was now the goddamn devil, and if it wasn’t off of her this instant, I was going to lose my mind. I gathered a bunch of it in one fist and yanked hard.
Paris yelped and seized my wrist between her thin fingers. “Careful!” she said in a breathy voice.
“Paris, babe,” I drawled, “if I don’t get this shit off of you, the world just might collapse.”
She exhaled, halfway between a moan and a giggle. What a sound. Angel music. Reaching a hand up behind her neck, she loosened a hidden knot there and the shirt came tumbling down. I tossed it aside and didn’t hesitate to slip my mouth down her neck and take one of her nipples in my mouth immediately.
She groaned and arched her back as I suckled at her. One of her hands encircled my neck while the other squeezed at the bedsheets and a soft “Oh” trickled between her lips. I started to work at the buttons
I picked her up, stepped over the threshold, and kicked the door closed behind me. In one swoop, I threw her on the bed. She hit the mattress with a soft moan and looked up at me patiently. The only thing in the whole goddamn world I wanted was to rip her clothes off without a second’s hesitation.
But I’d meant what I said. I wanted to take my time and make this last as long as I possibly could. I forced myself to stop in my tracks and just look at her. Starting at her feet, I traced my eyes up her body, taking in every detail. She watched me do it and waited.
Her feet were shapely and pale, tucked into the woven straps of her black heels. The painted toes gave way to rounded arches, and the sliver of an ankle before reaching the bottom hem of the leather jeans she wore. I looked over the contour of her calf, inch by painstaking inch. It was torture to make myself stand there, to go slow, but it was the best kind of torture ever invented. Hell, it would’ve broken a lesser man. But not me. I could survive this kind of beautiful pain.
Her knees, bent slightly, separated her calves from the slight swell of her thighs. Encased in the tight leather, they rose and met at her tiny waist. I licked my lips, salivating at the thought of running my tongue up to the crease in her hips and delving into her moist slit. I wanted to squeeze those thighs and slide my hands up under her shirt, which hung from her neck in loose folds. I could see the edge of her abdomen and the beginnings of her breasts peeking out on either side of the top. Her torso was as porcelain and petite as the rest of her. Then her shoulders, her thin neck, so vulnerable, the elegant line of her jaw.
That mouth was a dark maroon, smeared slightly from the force of my kiss. And those goddamn eyes. No one had eyes like that, no one but her. They were almost translucently grey, and as I looked at her, they flashed with a mix of emotion that I could empathize with. I was feeling the same way—torn between wanting something so badly and wondering how I could have ended up in this kind of a frenzy. Wondering whether it might be a bad idea.
But going for it anyway.
I took one step and then I was on top of her. I held the back of her head with one hand and slipped the other under the edge of her shirt to support the lower part of her spine. She was tiny and warm underneath me.
The waiting game was over and the tension had shattered completely. Now, it was a race to see how quickly we could shuck each other’s clothes off. I’d never been so angry at a leather jacket or my jeans before, but all of the sudden they’d became the worst inventions I’d ever come across, and I wanted them fucking gone. I felt the exact same way about her clothes. The sparkling top that had been so captivating just a moment ago was now the goddamn devil, and if it wasn’t off of her this instant, I was going to lose my mind. I gathered a bunch of it in one fist and yanked hard.
Paris yelped and seized my wrist between her thin fingers. “Careful!” she said in a breathy voice.
“Paris, babe,” I drawled, “if I don’t get this shit off of you, the world just might collapse.”
She exhaled, halfway between a moan and a giggle. What a sound. Angel music. Reaching a hand up behind her neck, she loosened a hidden knot there and the shirt came tumbling down. I tossed it aside and didn’t hesitate to slip my mouth down her neck and take one of her nipples in my mouth immediately.
She groaned and arched her back as I suckled at her. One of her hands encircled my neck while the other squeezed at the bedsheets and a soft “Oh” trickled between her lips. I started to work at the buttons
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