Page 17 of Arion
Jez didn’t need to look down to know what he could see. Her small breasts were supported by the cinched material just below them. She’d glanced in the mirror this morning when she’d put the shift on. She knew he could see the darker color of her nipples. The material was thin and nearly translucent.
What was different from this morning, however, was the fact that she was aware of her nipples. They were hard, tight buds as if she were cold. She was definitely not cold though. She was affected by his gaze and his touch. Goosebumps rose on her arms.
Arion said nothing as he moved one hand to her exposed throat and trailed a finger down between her breasts. “So pretty,” he whispered. “Angelic.”
It was hard to stand still, and she was nervous and embarrassed by her reactions, but she didn’t move. She let him look. It was his right. And she found she liked him looking at her. His expression was…reverent.
Arion reached for the thin straps holding the shift up and eased them over her shoulders. When he released them, the entire shift slid to the floor.
Jezebel’s breath hitched. She wanted to cover her chest with her hands, but Arion must have sensed that because he gently wrapped his fingers around her wrists and held them at her sides. “Don’t cover yourself with me, Little mate. I want to look at you.” His voice was low, his tone so very gentle.
The only scrap of clothing left on her were the thin panties she’d worn for him. They matched the shift. Lace and satin. White. So very white. Whiter than her skin.
Holding her wrists a bit tighter, Arion leaned forward and kissed one of her nipples.
She gasped at the sensation.
“So pretty…” he repeated. “The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” He kissed the other nipple next.
Jezebel rose onto her toes. So much sensation was running through her body. She was embarrassed by her reactions to him but surprised by how good it felt. Her tummy was fluttering as if moths were flying around inside.
“Can you keep your hands at your sides, Bella?”
She nodded. She would try.
He released her wrists and set his palms on her hips before sliding off the lounge to squat in front of her. His hands were so large they spanned nearly all the way around to her bottom, his thumbs grazing close to the edge of her panties.
When he leaned his face closer so that his nose was almost touching the gusset of her panties, he inhaled long and slow.
Jezebel trembled as he pulled her a few inches closer, dipped his fingers under the satin at her bottom, and kissed her mound over the lace.
She wasn’t sure how long she held her breath by the time he tucked his thumbs under the sides of her panties and pulled them down her body. She stepped out, barely managing to maintain her balance.
Arion’s breath hitched as he stared at her exposed mons. Suddenly, he rose, swooped her into his arms, and carried her out of the bathroom.
She gasped. “Where are you going?”
He tugged the comforter down his bed with one hand before lowering her gently onto the sheet. “The bath can wait,” he murmured. “I need to see more of you. I can’t help myself.”
After arranging her how he wanted her, sideways on the mattress, he lifted her hands over her head and pressed them against the sheet. “Leave your hands here, Little mate,” he demanded.
She hoped she could obey him.
She whimpered as his fingers grazed down her inner arms and then across her breasts. She tried to remain still, worried he would be mad if she moved, but it was too hard. She was antsy and couldn’t keep from arching her chest off the bed as he thumbed her nipples.
He didn’t linger though. His hands slid lower until he palmed her thighs and guided them open. “Bend your knees, Bella,” he murmured. “Let your legs open wide for me. I need to see you.”
She was trembling, unable to understand or process all the feelings, but she managed to part her knees for him even though it seemed like something very naughty and forbidden.
Arion held her open, his gaze on her most private parts. His thumbs danced along the edges. “Your pussy is bare,” he commented.
She sucked in a breath.
He glanced at her, a question in his eyes.
She licked her lips, finding her words. “My mother removed the hair a few days ago. She said you would like it this way.” Her voice trembled. Did he hate it?
He gave her a lazy smile. “You’re so beautiful, Little mate. Your mother was wise. I probably would have removed it myself tonight. I want your pussy smooth and exposed to me.”
