Page 100 of Steel Beauty

Alex Sebring

Each second stretcheslonger than the last, anticipation winding through me like a taut coil ready to snap. Charleston is just beyond that bathroom door, and the wait is torturous. She promised she wouldn’t take long, but every tick of the clock feels like an eternity. My mind races, painting vivid images of her—of what’s to come—until my body is practically vibrating with the ache of wanting her.

When the door finally creaks open, I sit up straighter, the breath catching in my throat. And then she steps out.

Barely-there white lingerie, delicate lace hugging her curves, sheer material teasing glimpses of smooth skin, and thin straps that somehow manage to look both elegant and sinful. She’s radiant, a vision that steals every coherent thought from my brain.

Worth. The. Wait.

I swallow hard, unable to say anything, my throat dry, my words caught somewhere between disbelief and desire. She takes a tentative step forward, and it’s all I can do to stay seated, my hands itching to reach for her, to feel the reality of her against me.

My breath hitches as she moves toward me, every step deliberate, drawing me in with an irresistible pull. The sharp click of her stilettos on the hardwood resonates in the quiet room, a steady rhythm that ignites something primal within me, sending my pulse into overdrive.

Her hips sway with each step as she moves closer, her already-hot-as-fuck figure looking even more enticing in the body-hugging lingerie she wears. I move to the edge of the bed and wrap my hands around her waist when she reaches me, pulling her closer, feeling the soft curves of her body lean into mine.

“What a fucking stunner you are in this.”

“It was worth the wait?”

“Oh, very much.”

Her eyes flash with a mischievous glint as she leans in, her lips hovering above mine, close enough to drive me insane. “Let’s see if I can make it even more worth your while.” Each word drips like honey, smooth and slow, wrapping around me and sinking deep into my core.

She presses her body against mine, her arms encircling around my neck. Our lips meet in a passionate embrace, our tongues dancing in unison. I savor the taste of her cherry lip balm and the hint of mint from her toothpaste. She’s intoxicating, a perfect blend of sweet sin and temptation.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I lose myself in the sensation of it all—her taste, her smell, her warmth, the way our breaths intermingle. It’s enough to unravel me completely.

In one swift motion, I pull her onto the bed and she lands with a soft thud on top of me. Her hair falls forward, forming a curtain around our faces. Her eyes lock on to mine, shimmering with desire, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. A smug grin tugs at my lips, knowing it’s my touch that sets her ablaze.

My grip tightens on her hips as I flip her on to her back. She gazes up at me with passion-filled eyes, her chest rising and falling with each breath. A smirk curls on my lips as I revel in the power of knowing that I am the cause of this desire within her.

Starting at the corner of her mouth, my lips glide down the smooth line of her neck. She arches her back, a willing offering for me to explore every inch of her. I shower her skin with gentle kisses and teasing nibbles, savoring every sweet gasp that escapes her parted lips. My tongue dances in lazy circles, tracing a map of desire on her sensitive flesh, punctuated by feather-light bites that send shivers through her body.

Her fingers dance across my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her touch is both gentle and intense, igniting a visceraldesire deep inside me. I growl as her nails graze over my shirt, the fabric becoming a barrier between us that only adds to the tension. And when she presses harder against me, it’s like an explosion of pleasure that consumes my entire being.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she whispers, tugging at the buttons of my shirt with urgent hands.

I smirk against her neck, placing one more kiss before meeting her eyes. “Who’s the impatient one now?”

“I can’t help it. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Aching to please her, I sit up, kneeling between her legs, and unfasten the buttons of my shirt. She watches with an insatiable gaze as I remove it, revealing my bare chest. Her hands reach out, caressing every inch of skin they can touch. Sparks of electricity shoot through me as her fingers roam over my muscles. I close my eyes and bask in the sensation, her touch igniting an inferno within me.

As my eyes flutter open, I’m immediately transfixed by the intensity of her gaze. It’s as if she’s baring her soul to me, a delicate balance of vulnerability and desire that pulls at my heartstrings. Without hesitation, our lips meet in a tender kiss. We take our time, savoring every moment, pouring all our unspoken emotions into it. My hands travel up to caress her face, deepening the kiss with each shared breath.

My lips trace a tantalizing path down her skin, reveling in her satin-smooth flesh beneath the intricate lace of her lingerie. With each kiss, I explore every curve and crevice, from the rise of her breasts to the dip of her ribcage, before moving lower to the valley of her stomach. She quivers under my touch, her eager anticipation evident as she arches into me, begging for more.

The aroma of sweet vanilla and delicate cherry blossoms weaves through the air, intertwined with our heated attraction. I savor each caress, tracing tantalizing patterns with my tongue while reveling in the symphony of her moans and gasps. Every inch of her body is a masterpiece begging to be worshipped, and I’m determined to leave no part untouched by my adoration.

I glide down her form, settling my face between her legs. The delicate lace of her panties beckons to be removed, yet I resist, relishing in the buildup. With a gentle pull, I shift the crotch of her panties aside. My pulse quickens as I expose her flushed, slick petals, begging for my touch and exploration.

I close my eyes, inhaling her intoxicating scent as a shiver shoots down my spine. This delicious anticipation, the moment before I taste her nectar, is always the sweetest.

My tongue flicks out, testing the waters, savoring the musky essence of her arousal. She moans, grabbing handfuls of the sheets, and I hold on to her hips as she wiggles against me.

Fuck, I love how responsive she is.

“Right there, Alex. Right there.”

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