Page 45 of Untouchable Queen
“But I’ll take it,” he rasps, one arm encircling my waist.
He lifts me effortlessly to deposit me on the edge of the sink, then steps forward, spreading my knees with his hips. I can feel his arousal growing, his cock hardening as it presses adamantly against my abdomen.
Heat rushes through my body. My panties are suddenly soaked and clinging to my flesh as my excitement grows. My white double-breasted blazer dress parts at the seam, riding up my thighs as the fabric strains against the buttons. Before I can even think to release them, Lucian undoes the two simple fastenings, opening my dress to grant him better access.
Then his lips are on the curve of my breasts, his palms cradling the lacy cups as he breathes deeply, as if to savor the smell of my skin.
“You want to tell me what this is about?” he asks, his hazel eyes burning with anticipation as he looks up at me from below my cleavage.
“Do you want to ruin the moment with talking?” I pant, my fingers tugging lightly on his locks as he returns his lips to my body, trailing dangerously closer to the peak of my thighs.
His lack of response is answer enough, but that doesn’t calm my nerves in the least, because as he lowers himself between my thighs, it would take nothing for him to open that door and take a peek inside. But I know making a scene about it will only raise his suspicion, so instead, I rock my hips forward, greedily demanding he put his lips where I want them.
Lucian releases a low, soft chuckle, his eyes flicking back up to mine as he hooks his fingers around the waist of my lace panties, and he drags them down my hips. I lift off the counter to help him, and goosebumps erupt across my flesh as his hot breath washes across my pussy.
Dear God, I wasn’t at all turned on a second before he walked in, but suddenly I’m ravenous for Lucian’s cock. I don’t understand it in the slightest, but right now, when I have bigger things to worry about, I’m not going to second-guess my body’s irrational response to my husband.
He hooks my thighs over his shoulders. Still dressed in his expensive blue dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, black slacks, and Italian shoes, Lucian kneels before me to run his tongue along my slick seam. Tingling relief floods my veins as my core tightens in response, my body eager to have him inside me. But Lucian’s taking his time, his eyes locked on my face as he runs the tip of his tongue between my folds before swirling it around my clit. Electric euphoria crackles up my spine, and I moan, myhead falling back against the mirror as I brace myself with my palms.
Enjoying the pleasure of Lucian eating me out is both incredibly erotic and shockingly empowering. I love to watch the man who out maneuvered me get on his knees to give me pleasure, andGodhe does it well.
Every time he wraps his lips around my clit and starts to suck, I know I’m going to come. He understands just how to touch me, he senses exactly what I want, and it’s intoxicating to feel so powerful and at the same time utterly at his mercy. He could get me to say almost anything right now. With his tongue lapping up my juices and his lips suctioned to my most sensitive point, I can barely keep my head on straight, and I bite my lips together to avoid saying anything I might regret.
Another lascivious moan rushes from my mouth, and my nipples strain against the flimsy fabric confining them as my muscles start to quiver with the need for release. I’m close to the brink, teetering on the edge of bliss as Lucian goes from zero to sixty in about 3.5 seconds.
“Oh God!” I whimper, my hips rolling forward uncontrollably as he brings me to climax without even putting a finger inside of me. I pant as my clit flutters against his mouth, my pussy clenching as I ache to feel him filling me up.
But as I slowly come down from my euphoric high, all I can think about is the secret I need to hide. Tugging on the roots of Lucian’s hair, I force his eyes up to mine.
“I want you,” I murmur, my cheeks flushed, my chest still heaving.
A sultry grin curls his lips, and Lucian slowly rises, keeping my knees hooked over his arms as he stands. “Then take me out and put me where you want me.”
26
LUCIAN
Tatiana’s fingers tremble as she quickly unbuttons my shirt, throwing it open to expose my chest, and she licks her lips as her eyes rake down my bare skin like I’m something she wants to devour. Her hands go to my belt next, and she quickly slips it from its loops, tossing it onto the bathroom floor before she goes for my pants. It’s the most glorious view I’ve ever seen—Tatiana unwrapping me like a present while I keep her legs spread wide, her pussy on full display.
Christ, I’ve never wanted to bury myself inside her as badly as I do now, and my cock throbs as her fingers brush the swollen head in her effort to shove my pants down. I spring free, my erection slapping against the base of my abs, I’m so hard for her, and the breath that catches in her throat makes precum pearl at my tip.
She takes my shaft, making me groan as she grips it with just the right amount of force. Her thumb circles the tip, spreading the slick precum as she gives me a provocative tug. My hips rock forward as she takes command of my body. She’s bewitched meto the point that I’m in agony whenever I’m not with her, inside her, making her fall apart around me.
I yearn for it every moment of the day. Seeing her so eager for it too brings me back to the connection we had in Positano—when Tatiana let go of her inhibitions and allowed us a small slice of the happiness wecouldhave if she would only permit it. Knowing there might still be a chance to revive that, when I thought I’d lost it as soon as we got off the plane home from Italy, is driving me out of my mind. She caught me completely off guard, but I’ll take Tatiana however and wherever she wants it, and when she guides my cock toward her hot, wet entrance, it takes every ounce of self-control not to come all over her pretty pink folds.
Her blue eyes are bright with anticipation as she gathers her juices onto my cock, running the tip through her slick seam before guiding me to exactly where she wants me. As soon as I’m lined up, I rock forward, taking control as I slide inside of her tight pussy with ease.
The sensual moan that rushes past Tatiana’s parted lips makes my cock throb and my balls tighten.
“You’re so wet and ready for me,tesoro,” I groan, keeping her knees hooked over my arms as I grip her thighs and pull her to the edge of the counter.
She gasps as she takes all of me into her depths, and her eyes roll up into her head. Bracing against the quartz with her palms, Tatiana arches her back, her breasts rising toward me as she clenches around my hard girth.
Curiosity gnaws at my stomach to know what brought this out in her. Whatever it is, I’m beyond grateful. I can hardly contain myself, I’m so turned on by her arousal. I want to claim every inch of her body until she’s screaming my name.
Thisis why I came home early. Because being buried inside Tatiana is the single best feeling in the world.
“Take off your bra,” I command as I start to rock inside her, my fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs to keep her steady.
