Page 114 of Wilder at Heart
Nora’s body’s a knockout and I’m going to fucking well worship every inch of it.
I loosen my grip while keeping my mouth locked on hers. Need to get her out of this bloody dress. It’s stunning, but I’ve wanted to rip it off all evening. Need her naked and moaning on our bed.Now.She helps me tug her silky hair over one shoulder so I can access the zipper at the base of her neck. I drag it down, my knuckles sliding over warm skin as the dress parts. The whole thing falls to the floor and I pull back to drink in my girl.
Fuck me, she’s incandescent. Her huge eyes are glassy with desire as she holds onto my shoulders and watches for my reaction. Her gorgeous body is clad only in a sheer lace bra and a scrap of gossamer lace between her legs. Palest pink. So delicate against her glossy skin. So feminine. Classy. Just like Nora. Far less slutty than the stuff she was wearing when she surprised me in my flat that evening, but it turns out, my dick responds to her whatever the hell she’s wearing. Classy or slutty—I’ll take her any which way.
The sight of her is so gratifying, in fact, that it halts my frenzied attack on her clothes. I finger the fine strap. Tug it off her shoulder.
‘New underwear?’ My voice is hoarse.
‘Yep. Like it?’ She shoots me a cocky little smile. She knows exactly what effect she’s having on me.
I take her hand off my shoulder and hold it against my dick, which is close to breaking the fucking flies on my trousers.
‘What do you think?’
Her eyes widen, but she cups me, hard, and rubs her palm up and down as my poor dick cries out to be freed from its fabric cage and buried firmly where it belongs.
Inside Nora.
‘I need it.’
I suck in a breath. ‘Really.’
My hands move over her beautiful tits, my thumbs grazing the hard little balls of her nipples through the lace. They stiffen further as I touch them, and she arches her back, pushing into my hands.
‘How’s this feel?’
‘Like I’m going to come,’ she gets out in a whimper that goes straight to my dick.
Enough.
I reach around and flick her excuse for a bra open. I suspect the flimsier these underwear sets she’s been buying are, the more they cost, and at this moment, that seems like an eminently sensible business strategy, because relieving her of her useless scraps of lace is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
‘Thong off,’ I order, and she loops her thumbs into the sides and tugs it down, and there she is.
Naked.
Captivating.
And mine for the taking.
I fumble desperately with the buttons of my shirt before giving up halfway down and tugging it over my head. She giggles as she attempts to help me unfasten my belt, and together we getmy trousers and boxers down. I bend to pull off my socks, and when I look up, she’s staring at me like she wants to devour me.
Not sure how I got this lucky. Not sure how I managed to persuade her to trust me with her body and her heart and her future happiness, but I know one thing.
I’ll never, ever give her a reason to regret that leap of faith.
I pick her up, my arms full of her skin and her hair and her body, her tits smashing against my chest as she lavishes kisses on my face and neck. Together, we manage to get on the bed. There’s a brief tussle where she attempts to pull herself up, and I know that gorgeous mouth of hers is getting a move on my cock.
‘Nope.’ I tug her down onto her back, ignoring the protestations of my furious cock, and roll over her. My hands grip her wrists firmly and plant them above her head, pinning her to the bed.
‘Theo.’ She wriggles. ‘I want to. I want you in my mouth so badly.’
My eyes rove over her, writhing on the sheets below me, her upstretched arms showing off her gorgeous tits. Her hair is spread out around her in a glossy mess and she’s biting her lip, desire and frustration etched on her beautiful face.
I can relate.
‘I won’t last, baby.’ I get a knee between her legs and nudge them open. ‘Not if you get that mouth of yours around my cock. Besides.’ I crouch over her, holding her wrists in place as I drop her a grin. ‘I need to remind you why you said yes to taking a chance on me. Don’t move.’
