"Yes," she said.
Victoria stood before him in the quiet of the brightly lit bathroom. Her lips were parted, her chest rising with need. James stepped in, slow and teasing, eyes burning into hers. His hands slid around her waist, and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her.
Their mouths hovered. So close she could taste his breath. Her lashes fluttered. Then he pulled back, his gaze wicked.
Victoria whimpered. Her hands curling into his shirt, her body yearned. Her thighs clenching around nothing.
"James," she breathed, voice soaked in longing.
He raised a brow, calm but clearly enjoying the torment he delivered. "You think I forgot what you pulled just now?"
She tilted her head, lips pouting. "I was playing."
"You teased me."
Her fingers curled into his shirt. "I'll behave," she whispered. "Kiss me. Please…"
He gave in softly at first but soon it turned into something wild. Their lips opened wide, their tongues collided. It was messy. It was wet. It was raw. He grabbed her thigh, yanked it up to hook around his hip, then slid his palm up the bare leg with sinful slowness.
Higher, to the swell of her ass. He squeezed hard, pulling her flush against him. Victoria let out a broken moan as she melted into him, her arms locking around his neck. She was already dripping. Already aching. She kissed him harder, her nails raking down his back as she rode the friction between them.
In one swift movement, he lifted her from the floor, her gasp breaking into the kiss.
He carried her across the tiled floor and set her down on the bathroom counter beside the sink.
Her back hit the mirror softly. The coolness of the marble beneath her thighs made her hiss.
James stood between her knees. Without hesitation, she opened her legs and he stepped in.
She hooked her ankles behind his waist, pulling him tighter into her. Their hips met but not close enough to feel the possible hardness pressed right where she needed. Victoria moaned into his mouth again, tongue dragging against his with fire. The underwear she wore clung to the heat between her thighs. The silk nighties she wore rode up to her thigh, revealing the black fabric and all of her hungry, wet, trembling.
She was soaked. Already dripping. Already aching. She kissed him harder, her nails raking down his back as she rode the little friction between them.
James reached up and grabbed her breasts.
His fingers pressed into the flesh without hesitation.
Rough. Perfect.
She gasped into his mouth, her body jolting. He squeezed harder. Her nipples ached under her thin top, and he kneaded her breasts like they were made to be held. Her moans were filthy and loud. He didn't stop.
She reached behind him and gripped his ass, holding him where she needed. He didn't flinch. He let her touch him now. That realization nearly made her come apart on the spot.
However she needed more.
Touch wasn't enough.
She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his, panting hard. "James…" she gasped. "I can't take it anymore."
He looked down at her, flushed and breathless.
She held his face in both hands, eyes wide with pleading. "Please. Suck them. I need your mouth on my tits. I'm going insane."
James's throat moved as he gulped, his hands paused mid-stroke. His eyes searched hers, remembering their agreement, weighing what this meant.
Victoria kissed the corner of his mouth. Then the other. "You don't have to do more. But I need this."
His breath caught. Her raw begging, the desperation in her voice, cracked whatever resistance he had left. He nodded.
Without another word, she attacked his mouth with hers, kissing him wet and uninhibited. Her tongue plunged in, licked his teeth, sucked on his tongue. She moaned shamelessly, then licked his cheek and jaw, bit it, then pulled back with her eyes dark and blown.
He stared up at her, dazed.
She pulled the thin strap of her nighties down one arm, then the other. Her breasts bounced free, full and flushed, nipples peaked and aching.
The flesh jiggled slightly from her heavy breath.
"Look at me," she commanded as he instinctively turned away all flushed. He stared at her, his expression unreadable and dilated eyes trembling. Victoria held his face and met his eyes. The silence between them buzzed as she silently urged.
James's hands slid up her waist, then cupped the warm swell of her breasts. Kneading them with reverence, his thumbs flicking over her nipples until they peaked. He licked her skin, tasting salt and heat, making her gasp and grind against him.
She arched her back, pressing her chest forward.
"Put your mouth on them," she whispered.
James obeyed.
He leaned in and kissed the curve of one breast. Then the top. Then lower. His mouth hovered above her nipple, so close she could feel his breath.
She whimpered. "Please…"
He opened his mouth and drew the nipple in a soft suction.
Victoria cried out.
The moment he sucked, everything inside her shattered. Her moan echoed through the room. Her head fell back, as her body convulsed in pleasure as the sensation exploded through her chest, her stomach, between her legs. She did not think. She only felt.
The heat of his mouth. The wetness of his tongue. The slow rhythm of sucking and licking. It was more than she could take.
"Oh hmm…yes…"
His tongue circled the sensitive nipple slowly before he sucked. The wet sounds between them obscene and perfect, it made her legs shake.
She gripped his head and pulled him closer, stuffing his face in. "Harder, James. Bite me. Don't stop. Yes...like that."
He nibbled gently first, then grazed her nipple with teeth before sucking again rougher.
Victoria gave a mangled sigh of appreciation while James moaned into her breast, the vibrations making her shudder. Her panties were thoroughly soaked now, clinging to her slick folds. She pressed closer, needing more friction, more pressure.
"The other…do the other one."
James switched breasts, licking the second nipple with maddening patience before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it deep into his mouth.
Victoria moaned louder, her hips rolling shamelessly. Her eyes also rolled to the back of its sockets and lips parted. She felt everything. His mouth. His breath. The ache at her core growing harder to ignore. She didn't even realize she was grinding on him until his hands held her hips in place.
He kept going. The warmth in her belly coiled tighter.
He bit down lightly on the sensitive nipple. She moaned and became breathless.
Lost.
Dizzy.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, her pulsing center ground harder against his abdomen, panties slick and sticky while her breasts stayed in his mouth. His hands didn't stop. One massaged the breast he wasn't kissing, the other holding her close like he needed her against him.
Her entire body trembled.
Eyes unfocused.
She slumped against him slightly, chest rising and falling, unable to speak.
James finally pulled back, lips wet, eyes dark but concerned. "You okay?" he murmured still massaging her breasts like he didn't want to let go.
Victoria looked down at him, her lips swollen, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
She blinked slowly.
Then smiled.
Her voice came out like a breath, barely able to push past the heat in her throat.
"I am now."