Page 85 of Red Retaliation

Arianna

LANDING ON THE thick mattress, my head spins with too many sensations to navigate. I stare up at the gorgeous figure of Red yanking his tie from around his neck and bite my lip.

His shirt is already free from his trousers where I’ve just pulled it, the sight making my core throb with need. I’m so hot for this man, and nothing can stop me from acting on it, even if I want to.

Which I don’t.

My lips burn from his kiss, and I want more. I want a lot more.

He just said he wanted me.

And I want him.

Now!

Thrumming with anticipation, I reach for him, but he’s already pulled his shirt off and is over me, supporting his weight with one arm. His mouth finds my throat and trails kisses, interspersed with tiny nipping bites, his hand deftly undoing the side zip of my dress.

Running my fingers over his solid shoulder, over the Scorpion tattoo and down his chest, a moan escapes my mouth as he slides my dress off my shoulders.

“Fuck!” Red growls, his fingers trailing across the lace of the red bra he purchased.

Yes, I wore it. I never dreamed he’d see it. Or did I?

He unclips the bra’s front fastening, freeing my breasts. I don’t stop him. Instead, I open my eyes, seeing his blue-gray eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “So,sofuckingbeautiful.”

I want him to stop talking and fuck me, but I can’t say anything before his mouth finds my left breast, teasing my nipple into a hard point.

I had no idea my nipple could cause this chain reaction of sensation because I’ve never... never had anything like this. I then do something I’ve never done, neverwantedto do - not with Roberto. I never wanted to voluntarily touch that man, but with Red...

My hand inches down Red’s body and despite my awkward fumbling, his breath hitches as I palm the hard bulge in his trousers. Inexperience aside, instinct guides me to trace the outline of his cock through the material. It’s huge, and I want it inside me.

“Jesus, Arianna!” Red growls, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin.

My back arches and I press myself against him, my body aching to be released from this torment.

I gasp as his mouth works lower, one hand running up the inside of my thigh. I feel for his zip to free the rock-hard length in his trousers, but suddenly he’s off the bed and kneeling on the floor.

I never thought I’d see Red Bateman on his knees, but... but what’s he doing?

His mouth is on the inside of my thigh, his stubble shooting prickly waves of ecstasy through me, and I moan loudly as he runs a thick finger over my matching lacy panties.

“You’re wet...” Red’s voice is muffled against my thigh as he works higher and higher. “Wet for me...”

I squirm, my hips raising in some unknown bid to reach a place I know nothing about. “Red... I...”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his lips stilling.

“No! Please... Red... I need...”Am I begging? If I am, I don’t care.

His finger slips underneath the red lace, his finger running over my slick heat. I don’t know what he’s done, but it’s like a switch has tripped, ramping up the agony of uncontrollable longing.

Oh my God! What’s he doing? His...

All manner of sensations overload me as Red buries his head between my legs, his tongue sweeping through my most intimate areas. I lurch from self-conscious mortification at this never-experienced situation of a man beingthere, to drown in utter pleasure. I grab his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue flicks and curls, sucks and licks, concentrating on one particular part that...

Without control or shame, louder moans escape my mouth. My hipsbuck, and something inside me coils tighter and tighter, higher and higher as the intensity of his sucking and licking increases.