Page 82 of Taming Grumpy Dr. Beast
“Then tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded roughly in my ear.
I wanted this. I wanted him. And I wanted to explore our attraction in every possible way. What I thought would be awkward or uncomfortable—verbalizing what I desired—was effortless with Jaxon. I trusted him more than I ever believed possible.
The words slipped through my lips with ease. “I’m drenched for you. I need your fingers deep inside of me until I come all over your hand.” With him, I was always ready.
His erection pressed into my bottom. I ground against him, wanting him to feel the same desperation I did. He groaned, circling his hips, letting me feel his full, erect length.
Then, without warning, he shoved two fingers into me. My body was on fire as tiny sparks of pleasure rolled through me.
“You feel so fucking tight.” He growled, the gruffness of his voice pleasing me.
“Yes,” I whimpered in satisfaction.
Jaxon’s fingers pumped in and out of me at a slower pace than I wanted, than my body demanded. Using the ladder as leverage, I sank back far enough to slam myself down on his hand, pumping my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers.
His other hand drifted up and over my stomach before plunging under my bra. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he pinched my nipple. His mouth grazed my earlobe, sending another shiver through me. Who knew my ears were so sensitive? Breathless moans escaped me as he squeezed and caressed my nipples. I moved faster on his fingers, feeling my stomach tighten as I drew closer to my release.
He curled his fingers; the tips grazing a spot that had my vision narrowing. I swiveled my hips, as he thrust back inside, taking special care to keep hitting that same spot. “Oh god, Jaxon. Yes, yes.” My voice was so hoarse I could barely get the words out.
“Touch yourself.”
I could barely comprehend what he said, and when I did I dragged my finger to my clit, lightly circled it, moving my finger faster, as I got closer to my climax. His breathing changed, growing quicker, heavier, with his increased desire. Each huff and moan urged me on. I loved knowing he was just as turned on as I was.
“Come for me, Lily.” he whispered into my ear, biting at the tender flesh.
I could barely hold on to the rails as my orgasm hit me. My legs shook and my stomach clenched as the rest of my body convulsed. I strangled his fingers as he continued to pump deep inside of me as I rode out my orgasm, waves of ecstasy throbbing and pulsing through me.
When it was over, I collapsed against him, grateful for his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. He pulled his fingers out of me, dragging a slow path along my sensitive flesh, making me shudder, and finally he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them.
It’s got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever had a guy do.
He groaned, “You taste so good.”
Finding the strength to move, I turned in his arms. His hooded gaze begged me to come closer so I clasped mine arms around his neck and yanked his face down. His mouth crashed onto mine, and all I could taste was me on his lips and tongue.
My hips rocked back and forth against his erection. Wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me, I undid his belt and drew the zipper down before plunging my hand inside to cup his steely length. His cock was velvety smooth as I ran my palm up and down.
His tongue fucked my mouth and his hips jerked forward, rocking into my hand. “Lily—” his hiss of pleasure encouraged me to move my hand faster.
I liked knowing he could lose control with me like I did with him. “I want you inside of me,” I whispered frantically.
“I don’t have a condom.” He moaned.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” We discussed our sexual history after that first time together, and we were both clean.
His hazy gaze searched mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He nodded and reached for my underwear. Instead of pulling them down, he yanked the cotton material, I barely registered the sound of fabric ripping. Before today, I’d always thought the romance novels I read made that up. Holy crap, having my panties torn off of my body was fucking hot. And so was the way he tucked them into the pocket of his pants. Like he was saving them for later.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled. His fierce lips ravished mine as he wrapped my legs around his hips, forcing me to sit on the step behind me. We were at the perfect height for our hips to align. Jaxon pushed his pants down with one hand and fisted his cock with the other. I shuddered as he teased me by dragging his hard length through my folds, and covering it in my wetness.
“Now, Jaxon.” I dug my heels into his ass, letting him know I was done waiting. He laid his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes. Holding my gaze, he plunged deep into me with one hard thrust. My nails scored his bicep as I hung on tight.
My body vibrated with liquid fire after only a few thrusts, still sensitive from the orgasm I’d had only moments before. He kissed and bit at my neck, and thrusted harder and faster. I shuddered as his movements became jerky, my core rippling around him. His body tensed, and a hoarse cry ripped from his throat. He gave one last quick thrust, then stilled inside of me, my sex milking every drop of his release.
This library was undeniably my new favorite room in this house.
