Page 121 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
“Oh,” I answer. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“No,” he answers casually but then starts to unbutton my shirt. Beginning with the bottom button, he works his way up, using one hand and freeing the fabric all the way until he gets to the top.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t focus.
This can’t possibly be happening . . .
And then he gently tugs me to my back so I’m staring up at the ceiling right before he hovers over me, his handsome face coming into view. In a deep, sultry voice, he says, “That’s better.”
I stare up at him, anticipation and nerves coursing through me as he slowly parts the shirt, one side at a time, exposing my breasts.
My chest heaves.
My mouth goes dry.
And my nipples pucker as he stares down at me.
“Fuck,” he says, dragging his hand over his mouth, a look of awe crossing his expression. “Jesus, Betty. You’re so fucking hot.”
It takes all but two seconds before he brings his mouth back to mine, but this time, he’s greedier. And I fall into his desire while his hand drags up my side, against my ribs, where he holds me in place. I squirm, wanting more, but he keeps still, taking charge of my mouth instead, owning me in this moment, not letting me lead but instead demanding that I follow and... I love it.
I love being possessed like this; I love his strong hold and his demanding kisses. I love the way his jaw scrapes across mine and how he nibbles ever so slightly on my lip. I love that he kicks my legs open with his knees, parting me to make room for his pressing body. And I love that when he allows some of his body weight to crowd against mine, I can feel exactly how turned on he is against my leg.
His lips move across my jaw and to my neck, where he licks the column and then kisses the spot just below my ear. A chill breaks out across my skin, and my nipples go hard as he travels lower to my collarbone, where he kisses, nips, and sucks.
My hands glide across his back and down to the waistband of his pants, where I slip my fingers past and under his boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” he breathes before lowering his mouth farther while his hand slowly cups my breast.
“Please,” I say, my voice sounding distant as this out-of-body experience happens to me.
He kisses my sternum, then my cleavage, and then he glides his cheek across my breast, my nipple passing over his lips before he squeezes my breast and then sucks my nipple into his mouth at the same time.
My hand tangles in his luscious hair as I hold him in place, wanting him to continue to play with me with his mouth. And he does.
He tugs on my nipple with his teeth, sucks, licks, nibbles. He makes me so wet, so turned on, that I want to shed my shirt, push my pants down... and push his pants down as well.
“God, Atlas,” I say, my hips now thrusting against his leg, seeking out any friction to relieve some of the built-up tension that he’s created.
But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he moves to my other breast and starts playing around with it, driving up my need, making me writhe beneath him, to the point that I move my foot to the hem of his pants and push them down. I can feel him smile against me before he lifts up and quirks a brow at me. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“The same thing you’re doing.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m playing with your tits. You’re trying to strip me down to nothing.”
“Um, you unbuttoned my shirt. I think it’s only fair that I push your pants down.”
“Nah, I’m in control.” He pulls his pants back up and then goes back to sucking on my breasts, nibbling across the sensitive flesh, making me so crazy with desire, I swear I might just come from him doing this.
And that has never happened before, but he’s teasing, playing with me in all the right ways. He’s making me needy, desperate, to the point that I let out a long moan and then move my hand between us to find some relief, only for my hand to be snatched away.
“No fucking way are you about to do that,” he says against my chest. “No fucking way.”
“I need relief. Please.”
He lifts up to stare down at me, his chest heaving slightly. “You want relief?”
