Chapter 11

Eleven

I nervously turn and look at the dining table, head tilted. How the hell do I get up there in a sexy way? I don’t think climbing up, ass in the air, is going to be as hot as I’m hoping for. Surely, I’m overthinking this.

I yelp as Anders’s hands grab my waist, turning me back around to face him, and hoist me up so I am sitting on the edge of the table. That’ll work.

His kisses are softer, more of an exploration than they have been previously. His tongue slides gently against mine in long strokes. I like it.

He steps into me, and I open my legs to let him even closer. His hands cup my face, holding my head steady while he slowly moulds his body to mine. We line up perfectly, and I can feel his hard length press against my core.

His hands trace a slow trail down my neck, over my shoulders, down my arms and back to my hips, where he pulls me even closer, rocking into me. I moan into his mouth, unable to stop the noise from coming out.

My eyes drift closed as my other senses are overwhelmed. He kisses his way down my jaw to my neck, nuzzling in that spot behind my ear, making me squirm. He moans in response to the movement and grinds into me. My body is on fire. There is nothing outside of his scent, his hands, his lips, and that pressure right where I want it. But it isn’t enough. I need more.

Emboldened, I move my hands backwards on the table, which makes my back arch a little, and I wrap my legs around his hips to give me even more friction as he pushes into me again. My breath hitches in time with his circling hips, and his mouth comes back to mine as he moans.

I grab for his shirt and start undoing the buttons. My shaking hands make me fumble. He chuckles into my mouth, and I can feel his smile against my lips.

“Allow me,” he says, pulling his torso back a little, but he keeps his hips against mine. His eyes never leave my face as he undoes the buttons on his shirt, then peels it off and drops it to the floor. He lets me look my fill with a smirk on his face. Seriously, people don’t actually have abs like that, they must be airbrushed. “Keep looking at me like I am your favourite lollipop, and this is not going to last as long as I want it to.”

My eyes snap to his, and I can feel my face heat at his words. “Okay,” I whisper huskily, but I can’t help my tongue from darting out to lick my lips at the thought of enjoying him like a lollipop.

I grab the bottom of my tank top and lift it over my head. He takes in a sharp breath as his eyes zero in on my now uncovered torso and the generous swell of my breasts above my bra. It’s clear I’m not the only one affected, and I need his skin on mine.

Using my legs, I pull Anders back into me, grab his face with both hands, and crush my mouth to his. He doesn’t laugh at my eagerness this time, matching my urgency with his own. His skin is cool against my heated flesh, but there are still too many layers between us.

I reach behind me and undo my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms. His head lifts from mine, but his eyes go straight to my chest.

“May I?” he asks, eyes finding mine. I nod, words escaping me. “I need your words, Aria,” he growls. Actually fucking growls.

And I melt.

“Yes, Anders. Please touch me.”

He takes a step back from me, and I think I have said the wrong thing for a moment, but he bends down, bringing his face right to my chest.

My chest rises and falls rapidly in time with my breaths as he flicks my nipple with his tongue a couple of times. Then he latches on and sucks deeply, taking a good portion of my breast into his mouth and sending a bolt of lightning straight to my clit. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer as my back arches, bringing his other hand up to cup my breast. I want to keep watching what he’s doing with his skilled mouth, but my head lolls back and my eyes roll at the feeling.

I try to grind my core against him, but his length is gone, and I can’t get the friction I need.

“Easy,” he says, placing a gentle kiss between my breasts as he lowers my back onto the cool surface. “I know what you need.”

I open my eyes and watch as he kneels between my legs and places his hands on my jeans-clad thighs, spreading them wider. His eyes find mine as he presses his face against my centre and inhales deeply. I don’t need to see my face to know I have gone redder than a tomato at his action.

“Fucking perfection. Better than any perfume,” he says.

He lowers his mouth to my covered core and gently nips me through my clothes. My hips launch off the tabletop.

“I need to taste you, Aria. Please say you will let me.”

I’m so overwhelmed I don’t say anything.

“I am literally on my knees, and I’m not above begging right now, but say you don’t want this, and we can stop.”

I lift my hips, pushing myself towards his face, hoping he will take the hint. I don’t think I can speak right now.

“Your words. I need to hear you say you want this.”

“Yes, Anders. Yes, to everything. Please, I need you.” My voice sounds so unlike my own, deeper, softer.

His hands make quick work of the button and fly on my jeans, and he stands to pull them down my legs. His eyes zoom in on the black lace panties, and I am a little worried he can see how wet they are. He gently grabs the sides and slides them down my legs, too, baring me to him completely. I don’t have a chance to feel embarrassed by my nakedness before he is back on his knees, yanking me towards him so my ass is on the very edge of the table.

He puts my feet on his shoulders one at a time, kissing each ankle, then opens me up to him. I go up on my elbows to watch as he slowly kisses and nips his way up my leg, stopping right at the apex before switching sides to do the same up the other leg. I can’t catch my breath, and my skin is too tight, too hot.

I squirm a little and his eyes shoot to mine at the movement. His gaze stays locked on me as he lowers his face and blows lightly on my pussy. I whimper and he smirks. He lowers his eyes to his prize again, and he leans in to give my centre a long, slow lick.

“Fucking nirvana.”

I am about to laugh at his words, but all thoughts completely escape me as his mouth locks onto my centre and he does exactly what he promised. He devours me. My head drops back, and my elbows give way. I can’t do anything but feel, and it is almost too much, but not enough at the same time. His long, languorous licks speed up in time with my breathing, and his occasional dip into my entrance has my legs trying to clamp around his ears. My whole upper body jolts off the table as he latches onto my clit and sucks, hard.

“FUCK!” I shout.

I can feel his smug grin against me, but he doesn’t let go, just alternates between sucking and fluttering his tongue against my clit. I feel a finger at my entrance, and as he slides the digit into me, I shatter.