Resplendent (19 page)

“Tell me this,” he continued, “why did you let me bring you tonight? Did you
really
need a date?”

I swallowed. “You’re my friend.”

His eyes darkened. “Friend?”

This time I just gave him a slight nod. Andres reached behind me, to the opening in my back, and dragged his hand between the fabric and my backside. I inhaled sharply, and my knees shook.

“Then I’ve got to tell you that you’re wearing the wrong dress, sweetheart.”

I pulled him down so his lips could meet mine. I couldn’t fight him anymore. Too much emptiness had traveled with me and I was happy to get rid of it. The arousal inside of me overcame any small chance I would hold back. He tasted of wine and sweetness, my mouth gently probing his. A series of unanswered questions ran through my mind.

Where would we go from here? Could we finally turn our friendship into something more?
We still had a lot to talk about, but right now, this was about reconnecting. Instead of pulling back, he ran his hands down the side of my body and stopped where my dress ended and my skin began. Lightly running his index finger in lazy circles on my thighs, he moved his hand between my legs and gently pushed them apart, just a fraction. He was testing his boundaries and waiting for me to object. When I didn’t, he slowed the kiss and pulled away.

“Stay.” His request escaped his lips and crashed into me hard. He’d asked me this a few weeks ago, and I’d been able to walk away. Now my only response was to reach up and unbutton his shirt. I pulled it open and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to a heap at his feet.

He quickly finished removing everything down to his boxers and kicked his clothes to the side.

I leaned back and examined his body — his muscular arms, rock solid abs, the two sleek ridges on either side of his hips that formed a delta, and his eyes — laced with desire.

He stared at my long, dark hair that was tangled in big curls and now hung loosely over the front of my dress. Andres lowered his gaze to my short, tight dress that I knew had driven him wild all night, my long legs that were itching to be wrapped around his waist. He glanced back up and I bit my lip.

“You nervous, Peach?” He placed both hands on either side of my hips and began kissing my jaw, nudging my head so I would give him better access. I rested my head on the wall and closed my eyes as my hands silently explored the solidness in front of me.

“I’m going to brand your body with my kisses.” His palms reached up and grabbed my breasts, feeling the weight of them over the fabric, learning I wasn’t wearing a bra. I hissed when he ran his thumb over the tight bud of my nipple, an immediate reaction to the warmth of his hand.

“You’ve never looked at me this way,” I answered, my breath becoming shallow.

He stopped what he was doing and my eyes fluttered open. “What way?”

I licked his upper lip; his eyelids sunk low as he glanced down at my mouth.

“Like you want to devour me,” I said.

“Devour you?” He smirked and reached under my dress, slowly lowering my underwear to the floor.

I pulled my arms up, wanting him to remove my dress, but he lowered my hands.
He wants me to wear the dress
. A throbbing occurred between my legs and I rubbed my left foot, still in its heel, along his bare leg.

“Not only do I want to devour you,” he whispered and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, “but I want to please you so thoroughly that you’re begging me never to stop.” He gently sucked my bottom lip and continued, “I want to make you forget you’ve
ever
had anyone else inside of you. I want to make you completely mine.”

He placed his hands behind my thighs and lifted me up as I let out a gasp and wrapped my legs around him. I gripped his shoulders, accidentally pinching him in the process, and he chuckled.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice a deep rumble that caused my thoughts to mesh together. When I felt the fabric of his boxers rub against my core I couldn’t wait another second and I reached down between his skin and the fabric, freeing his hard length. Andres growled, and my center clenched as soon as I positioned him to slide into me. He slowly entered me, and the thickness of him made my inner muscles strain as he stretched me. He groaned and pulled my hips away from the wall so that my back rested against it and he could dig deeper into me.

“Do you want that, Peach?” he asked as he increased his tempo.

“Yes…” I whimpered, and he sucked lightly on my neck, only stopping to speak.

He was so deep inside of me, as deep as he could go, with my wetness tight around him, soaking him and bringing us both to the edge as he moved faster.

“I can’t hear you. Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

“Louder!”

“Please, Dre! Yes!”

He ran his tongue from my neck to my lips, demanding me to open my mouth. My own tongue played with his for a moment before he retracted, teasing me, like his cock was teasing me now — moving in a slow rhythm. He was trying to make it last, but it drove me crazy. I wanted more.
Right now
. “God, Dre,” was all I could say as I lost myself to him.

“I want to hear more of that,” he told me. “Tell me who you want. Who knows you best, Peach?” He rested his forehead on mine and ran his nose along the tip of my own. “Who makes you feel this way?” he whispered against my mouth. “Who do you
want
?” Desire ripped through my body like a tidal wave.

“I said you … I only want you. Please, Dre, fuck me.” I was crazed. My core throbbed with need and heat. All the blood in my body ignited a trail of fire in my veins, from my head to my curled toes. My fingers dug into his hair, and I felt like I couldn’t get him close enough. I kissed along his jaw and tried to reach his lips when I felt him pull back.

“Who?” he asked again. His hips picked up speed until I could barely keep my eyes open, knowing I was on the verge of an intense orgasm. Beads of sweat began to form on his rippled back with each thrust, and my legs began to weaken. All of the tension that was building in my body was about to uncoil.

“You, Dre. You feel so good!” I would tell him sixty times if he wanted me to. I would do whatever he asked of me.

He moved faster against me, I was right there on the cusp.

“You like it when
I move like this, huh?” he asked, keeping his lustful eyes on mine.

“Fuck,
yes
,” I hissed.

“Who, Peach? Scream for me.” His fingers squeezed my waist and I gripped his neck.

“You! It’s always you!” My head leaned back against the wall as I tugged on his hair and pressed his face to my neck.

His movements were merciless as he pounded into me faster and harder than before. I had never been handled this way — fucked against the wall relentlessly. I yelled out his name, when the orgasm overtook my body and still — he continued branding me.

My legs went completely slack, but he adjusted his hands and held me against him. His movements slowed until he pulled out, leaving just the tip inside of me. My brain was fuzzy and I could only release a moan of complaint. I wiggled my hips so he could dig himself deeper into me, the inside of my thighs soaked from the orgasm, and Andres with a lustful smile against my lips.

“Is this what you want?” he teased as he jerked into me again, forcefully.

I squeezed my eyes shut, the chains from my dress dug into my skin from all the rubbing. I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow, but right now, I didn’t care one bit.

Andres pulled out completely, causing me to open my eyes at half-mast.

“Don’t …” I tried to move, but he was holding me in place. His chest still pressed against me and his arms were still under my thighs.

“Don’t
what?
” he asked hoarsely.

“Don’t stop,” I let out in a short breath, running my tongue along his bottom lip.

“But I asked you a question. Is this what you want?” he repeated and rubbed his cock along my wetness.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Answer me!” His eyes laced with desire.

“I said, yes!”

He rammed into me again and picked up the rhythm. I didn’t even bother trying to last, he just felt
too
good. I could feel the sweat on his back as I raked my nails on his skin when I let go. He didn’t fight his own urge much longer than necessary and followed as soon as he felt me pulse around him, spilling himself inside of me. My head rested on his shoulders, and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He held me up and pushed away from the wall, walking backwards until he reached the bed to lie down. My legs were too weak to move. My body on top of his, the only sound was the panting of our breaths. He ran his fingers softly along my bare back, and I lifted my head to look at him. My hair must have looked like a complete tornado of curls, but Dre didn’t seem to mind. He cupped my face with his hands and ran his thumb along my cheeks — they were heated from being utterly sated. He brought his lips to mine, softly, and then flipped me over. He positioned himself between my legs — holding me wide open.

“We’re not done yet,” he stated.

My lower body trembled from his promise and the after effects of my orgasms. He got what he wanted … he had left his mark.

The caress of calloused fingers ran over my waist and stirred me awake. My eyes remained closed as I turned my body slightly, a soft sigh escaping my lips. The curious fingers followed an invisible trail of smooth skin and curves with a shadow of goosebumps. I shivered slightly and heard a soft chuckle in my ear, immediately causing a small fire in my belly to ignite.

Andres placed his lips along my jaw and guided his fingers where he knew I wanted them as they traveled up and down my limbs. The fingers were teasing, softly running over the outer curve of my breasts and down my flat stomach, stopping about three inches below my belly button and then back again. I kept my eyes closed and felt the warm breath against my ear before he shifted his body to hover over me.

Andres continued his exploration. He outlined the small bruises that his mouth had caused a few hours ago around my breasts. Sweet kisses landed on each contusion and he placed himself between my legs, causing my knees to separate. I stretched my arms over my head and arched my back. When his devious mouth landed on my pink nipple, I couldn’t catch my breath. I curled my toes and felt just how sore the muscles in my thighs were, thanks to their earlier exertion. He pulled on my breast and then let go with a loud pop as he began his trail going south with his mouth. I opened one eye and noticed it was still dark outside. I turned my head slightly to look at the clock and saw it was 3:42 AM. We had only been asleep for a couple of hours.

“What are you doing?” I asked groggily.

“Leaving my mark,” he answered, licking inside my belly button and giving my stomach attention with his lips.

I raised an eyebrow. “I think you already did.” Referring to the hickeys that were scattered along my chest. He reached under my thighs and pushed my legs up. I licked my dry lips.

The fact that he was lying between my legs with me spread apart and bare to him increased my heightened arousal. He lowered his head and held me open with his fingers. His thumbs softly caressed the small patch of skin right next to my pink center.

“I missed a spot or two.”

He began sucking all around my inner thighs and I tried not to move. Even with two hours of sleep, feeling his breath near that sensitive area had awoken my body.

“You’re voracious,” I said and looked down at him. He stopped to glance at me, his dark chocolate eyes hooded with desire. Then he slowly ran his tongue along my core, never breaking eye contact.

“You’re irresistible.” He grinned at me and lowered his head to continue branding me. He took his time, slowly lapping at me and dragging me to the edge little by little. He was in no hurry, as he tortured me toward complete and utter bliss. My heart pounded with excitement, and my brain told me to pull back so I wouldn’t come early, but my legs had a mind of their own and they opened up wider instead. He sucked lightly on my folds before returning to tease my sensitive spot. Slow. Precise. Perfect. My hand rested on his forehead as I closed my eyes to welcome the buildup of an orgasm. I moved my hips to the rhythm of his tongue and felt his hands trail up to my waist, giving me a squeeze. I was way past the point of pulling back. It just felt
too
good. My toes were curled, my fingers buried in his hair, and a slight dampness beaded on my arched lower back. Every muscle was on edge and tense as I tried to hold myself together, but finally I couldn’t anymore. I gasped as wave after wave overcame me and I trembled with the force. Finally, my legs gave out and he crawled back up over to me. Lying down beside me, he pulled me close to him, wrapping me in the safety of his arms.

“Sleepy?” he whispered in my ear. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his alluring scent.

“Hmm?” I couldn’t find words and reached for his hand to entwine his fingers with my own. They rested on my stomach and the last thing I heard was a soft chuckle before I drifted off to dream.