Page 73 of Nerdelicious
His fingers trip along the waistband of my shorts, rubbing soothing little circles along the delicate skin of my abdomen.
His lips move from my mouth down my neck, fingers plucking at my top. He leans back so I can whip it off over my head and throw it somewhere. His eyes are locked on my chest.
I’m wearing the simplest of bras. It’s white, for god’s sake. I look like a teenager. On top of that, my chest isn’t the best or the biggest. Beast’s hands are so large I’m nowhere near a handful, but he’s staring at my chest like it’s the Ring of Sauron. I guess size is irrelevant.
He traces his fingers around the globes, circling with careful fingers until he’s almost at the tips and I’m more than ready for the final contact. But then he pulls away.
I groan. “Beast.”
With a wicked grin he leans down and sucks one nipple into his mouth through the cotton. I arch back, my hands going to his hair, threading through the strands. One big hand spreads across my stomach, holding me in place while he uses his other hand to tug the cup of the bra down. His mouth covers me, the heat of it hot and demanding. He lavishes attention on first one and then the other and then he pulls back again, his breath hot and heavy.
Desire is a living, wild thing inside me. Beast kisses down my stomach, tugging at my shorts, pulling them down and off along with my panties until I’m completely bare.
There’s no room for embarrassment or worry. His hands are worshipful, rubbing soothing lines up and down my thighs, his eyes hungry. He presses my legs apart with careful strokes while he gazes down at me in wonder.
He leans in, tugging my legs over his broad shoulders, one and then the other, his breath feathering over my heated flesh. My body is as taut as a bowstring stretched tight and waiting for release.
It’s relief and torture when he finally kisses me. At first, it’s just a careful press of his mouth. Rubbing his lips up and down in soft, sweeping motions. And slowly, the pressure increases.
He’s using everything I’ve shown him, from the first kiss so many weeks ago to the other night when I bared myself to him, guiding his touch. When his tongue finally comes into play, he presses it in slow circles, just like I used my fingers, stroking me with deliberate effort.
When I groan and arch underneath him, I’ve become a feral creature, holding his head in my hands because I’m about to burst. I roll my hips back and forth, undulating against him, concerned only with my own satisfaction. Only then does his tight control shatter. His tongue thrusts inside and my spine bows with the force of the orgasm ripping through me.
He doesn’t let go, instead staying close and gentling his movements as I ride the waves of pleasure until I’m boneless and shaking in the aftermath.
He rests his head on my thigh and looks up at me, his eyes churning with his own leashed desire. Then he stretches up, covering me with his body, braced on his elbows. I’m surrounded in the best of ways.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I complain, running hands up his shirt-covered back, lifting it enough to play at the skin just above his belt.
He nuzzles my neck in response.
“It’s my turn.” I shove at him playfully.
His breath stutters against my skin, a physical manifestation of everything he’s holding back. He moves away, kneeling on the bed next to me.
I sit up and cross my arms over my chest in a fake pout. “Time to join the naked party, buddy.”
His smile is slow and his eyes dip to my breasts before returning to my face with a lopsided grin.
I tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head. Reaching back, I unsnap my bra and slide it down my shoulders. Beast’s eyes are on me, tracking the movements with no attempt to hide the heat in his eager gaze. I push at his big shoulder. He lies back on the bed without resistance, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
He stills. Watching. Waiting. The bulge in his pants twitches and I tug at the buttons. He helps me undress him until he’s as naked as I am.
“That’s better.” I take him into my hand.
He hisses a breath between his teeth. His hands clench into fists at his side. His head falls back, but he doesn’t close his eyes, watching me from beneath lowered lids.
Bending over, I take him into my mouth and revel in the way his body twitches and strains, thighs rigid, stomach muscles bunching and tensing.
I lift up to say, “It’s okay to touch me.” I grab his hand and put it on my head. His fingers tunnel into my hair.
I lick him like an ice cream cone and then suck on the tip before moving down as much as I can.
His hand flexes against my scalp, the air filled with his rough breathing and the wet sounds of my mouth. Having this giant of man at my mercy floods me with heat and melts everything inside me, a wave that’s empowering and arousing. Within minutes, he explodes, shuddering and shaking until his whole body relaxes back on the bed, eyes shut. A gentle hand tugs on my hair, his other pressing at my shoulder, encouraging me to move up from my position between his legs.
Complying, I snuggle up next to him and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me into him and kissing me on the mouth.
He leans back.Embarrassed.
