“I don’t care,” she whispered, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “I just want to be with you right now, Nathan.”
Before I could respond, she leaned down and kissed me again, this time deeper, more demanding.
The memory of her lips lingered on my fingers as I slipped them between her parted mouth, brushing the delicate flesh with a teasing stroke. Warm, wet, and yielding. A quick flick of her tongue as I pressed forward, coaxing her response, feeling her give in to the silent command in my touch.
My hands, restless now, roamed over her hips, fingers trailing the curve of her waist. I wanted more, needed more. Her lips parted under my demand, but not wide enough. I growled against her skin, low and primal.
“Open your mouth,” I whispered, voice thick with barely restrained need.
Aisha moaned, a soft sound bubbling up from deep within her, her lips trembling before she obeyed, her small mouth yielding. The space between us sizzled, crackled like a firestorm about to ignite.
Her teeth clinked against my tongue, and I growled again, sweeping through every part of her, tasting every hidden corner, every inch of warmth. Aisha’s breath quickened, her chest rising and falling against mine, her body growing hotter beneath my hands.
I pressed harder, sliding my hands up her back, forcing her against me until there was nothing left but the taste of her, the feel of her trembling in my arms. Aisha’s hands clung to my chest, desperate for something to hold on to as I toyed with her, as I led her further down this path she wasn’t ready for but couldn’t resist.
My hands roamed her hips, fingertips brushing the delicate contours of her waist as I pulled her closer. Without warning, I shifted us both, lowering her effortlessly to the ground while keeping our lips sealed in that deep, all-consuming kiss. My tongue danced with hers, teasing, playing, dominating. Aisha’s hands trembled, weakly pressing against my chest as if she wanted to push me away but lacked the strength or desire to do so.
I pressed harder, deepening the kiss until there was no air left between us, no space to escape. My teeth grazed her tongue, capturing it gently between my lips, and I sucked with deliberate, agonizing slowness. The sensation of her tongue trapped and pulled drew a sharp gasp from her.
“HMMNN! HMMN! HNNN!” Her cries grew louder with each pull, her tongue slick against my lips as I sucked her dry, pulling her essence from her in long, slow movements that drove her deeper into her own need. Her hands clenched at my shirt, knuckles white as she gripped me with desperation, her body pressing harder into mine, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t stand to be apart for even a second.
We were both breathless, the air between us thick and charged. I finally pulled back, my chest rising and falling heavily as I let her tongue slip free from my lips, watching as she gasped for breath, her mouth still open, wet and inviting.
I smirked, licking the salty tear that had slid down her cheek, my tongue tracing the trail of moisture until I reached her lips again. My lips left soft, teasing kisses down her face, each press igniting shivers of arousal through her body, her thighs squeezing together in an attempt to quell the growing ache between them.
I kissed her again, this time along the line of her jaw, trailing lower to her neck, down to the hollow of her throat, each touch deliberate, each kiss dragging her closer to the edge. Her legs rubbed against each other, restless, her need growing unbearable.
I leaned close, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, “Let’s get serious for a bit.”
“Hmnn!” Aisha gasped, her body jolting at the sensation of my breath tickling her ear, heightening her arousal, making her squirm beneath me. I grinned at her response, the sight of her flushed and trembling fueling my desire further.
Without waiting, I slid my arms under her, lifting her easily off the ground, her body light in my grasp. I placed her on the table, her legs dangling over the edge.
Aisha’s black leather pants clung to every curve of her body, the tight material highlighting the roundness of her ass, the smooth line of her thighs. The torn armor had done nothing to hide the sensuality of her figure, and now, as I crouched down, pulling off her boots with a swift motion, I took my time appreciating what was before me.
Her skin was like porcelain, fair and smooth, revealed inch by inch as I peeled away the tight, sweaty leather from her legs. Aisha’s breath caught, her fingers gripping the edge of the table with white-knuckled tension as I slid the pants down, baring her soft thighs. The cool air kissed her skin, causing a visible shiver to ripple up her body, but she didn’t move, didn’t speak, her gaze fixated on me as I undressed her.
I grabbed her legs firmly, her skin warm and smooth under my touch as I dragged her forward, pulling her to the edge of the table. Aisha’s cheeks flushed a deeper red as I looked down between her legs, where her soft, untouched pussy came into view.
No panties. Not a surprise in the heat of Troy, but it made the sight even more striking. The way she sat, exposed, her fair skin contrasting with the dark, weathered wood beneath her, was nothing short of breathtaking.
