Page 30 of Beauty
Even still, I count backward from five, giving her a warning of what’s to come. Giving her those few extra seconds to consider what she’s agreeing to. To ratchet up the tension between us.
“Five.” My words are slow and enunciated, my muscles taut. “Four.” I can’t look away from her ass as it sways back and forth sensually, but I don’t dare touch. “Three.” I exhale loudly. “Two. Last chance.”
She waggles her ass in response, begging to be punished.
“One.” The word is hoarse, rough, as it escapes me.
She lets out a long, shuddering breath, waiting.
And fuck do I make her wait. I close my eyes and savor this moment. The seconds before I finally touch her. Before I discover what kinds of sounds she makes. All the ways she likes to be touched, teased, pleasured. The way she tastes. The next time we leave this room, I’ll know all of it.
I settle against the headboard, still not having touched her. Maybe I’m a fucking idiot, but I need a moment to think. I’m still not convinced this is the right move with her. I want her too much. I want to control her pleasure, her orgasms. Never in my life have I experienced the effervescent need flowing through my blood. It’s all-consuming and suddenly making me question whether, once I have her, I’ll have the strength to walk away. Whether anyone will ever compare.
So I lace my fingers in my lap and call her to me. “Show me that you want this.”
When she turns toward me, her top long forgotten, it isn’t her tits I focus on; it’s her face. Those green eyes, to be exact. Her pupils are blown wide with pure lust, but there’s a hint of uneasiness there too.
“I do want this,” she says, her chin held high. “But if you don’t, that’s fine. I’m sure I could call Eddy?—”
I reach for her hand before she can finish that sentence and tug her to me. She falls onto the mattress between my legs and studies my expression. She’s so fucking beautiful. I could stare at her for hours. Study the various golden circles in her emeraldirises. Near the outside, they’re dark, but each smaller ring is a little lighter, like the many facets of a jewel held up to the sun.
“Wanting you is not the problem,” I say, finally allowing my hands to explore. First her hips, then over the smooth expanse of her ass. I tug her up onto my lap, and without hesitation, she straddles my thighs, her hands on my shoulders for balance.
“Then what is the problem?” she whispers, focusing on my mouth.
“Ever making it stop.” The moment the words are out, the moment the truth is set free, her lips are on mine. Our time may be limited, and I may spend the rest of my life reliving the forty-eight hours I have with her, but the memories will be damn good ones, at least.
For now, that’s enough.
“Touch me, please.” She swirls her hips over me, the heat of her pussy soaking through the fabric of my shorts and briefs. Fuck, she’s already burning for me.
I slide my palms up her sides, letting them wander to her tits, squeezing and tweaking and playing as she writhes.
“Yes,” she mumbles, dipping lower for another kiss. They’re drugging, and the way she tastes and the little whimpers she makes as she grinds against me are explosive.
Lightheaded, already out of my mind, I tease her nipples. Her tits fit perfectly in my hands, and they’re so goddamn lush, so plump, I can’t wait to get them in my mouth. When I pinch one nipple and roll it between my fingers, her breathy moan turns to a whine.
“Ah, fuck. Why do I like that?” She slows the movement of her hips, like she’s extending her pleasure.
“Because your body was made for this. It was made to be pleasured and teased. Is that what you want, Sienna? You want me to show you the right way tofuck? The right way to come?”
She moans, but her bratty attitude makes an appearance. “I didn’t know there was a wrong way.”
I pinch her nipple, harder this time, then lap at it, finally getting my mouth on her.
“Holy shit. The glasses, the book, thepleases andthank yous? I thought you were polite.”
With a shake of my head, I bite down on her taut peak and suck it into my mouth, making her squeal. “You won’t make that mistake again.”
“Oh.” Her breath comes out quicker and her irises flare to a green so rich I swear the color doesn’t exist in the real world. Then she’s rolling her hips with more urgency.
I meet the movement, bucking up into her. Holy fuck. We’re dry-humping, nothing more, yet I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this kind of bliss.
It’s too good. If I’m not careful, this is going to end far too soon. I clutch her upper thighs, slowing her movements.
“Fuck, I need—” she whines, fighting against me, her head thrown back.
My control snaps. “You don’t need a goddamn thing except what I’m giving you.Icontrol the pace.” I drag her over my length. “I control your pleasure.” I tease her clit with the head of my cock and am rewarded by a breathy sigh as she drops her head back. “I don’t need an instruction manual to make you come,” I grit out as my spine begins to tingle, the pleasure almost unbearable. “I’m not your good boy that you can boss around.”
