Page 159 of Filthy Beautiful
He looked down at me from heavily lidded eyes. He ran his hands gently up my waist and cupped my breasts, squeezing.
“Uh…” I wriggled beneath him as the desire that was overtaking my body flooded me in urgent waves. He massaged my breasts, slowly, and I struggled for words. “How long can you stay hard like that?”
“As long as it takes.”
Then he leaned down and licked my left nipple, and I shivered.
He shifted to lie down next to me. He propped himself up on one elbow and ran the other hand over my body. Sort of massaging as he went, sort of just exploring… The curve of my hip… the curves of my waist… His eyes moved from my body to my face, like he was reading my reactions.
Then he started kissing my body again. Every time his hand moved to another area, he leaned in and kissed where it had just been.
My fingers dug into the sheet beneath me.
“Um… what should I be… doing?” I breathed.
“Relaxing,” he murmured, just as his hand found my breast and gently squeezed again. He leaned in and lapped his tongue, slowly, over my nipple… and a rush of tingles swept through me.
Relaxing?
Right…
Then he lowered his mouth over my nipple and started sucking on it, and my whole body tensed.
Holy crap.
I squirmed beneath him, panting. He calmly played with my nipple… licking, sucking… until theothernipple was humming, begging for attention. And it was like he could read my mind. Or maybe my body… Because while he sucked on the first one, his hand slid over to the other breast and squeezed.
Then he lifted himself a bit and shifted over me, and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.
Oh,God… Xander was sucking on my breasts.
I almost couldn’t stand it.
How was he socalm?
Sure, his dick was rock hard. I could feel it pressing into my hip. He was breathing slow but deep, and his body was hot against mine.
But I was squirming all over the place, practically hyperventilating.
Why wouldn’t he just fuck me already? I was dripping wet. My whole pussy was throbbing, and I could feel the slippery warmth between my legs as I squirmed.
He shifted to reach for something on the bedside table. I heard his keys and stuff moving around. Then I saw the condom packet in his hand.
He knelt up over me and looked at me, like he was checking if this was okay, and I licked my lip involuntarily—like the condom was pure chocolate and I was starving. Which was probably the world’s least subtle way of consenting to this.
He ripped the packet open and smoothed the condom down over his dick with his hands. Which must’ve felt good, because his mouth fell open.
I squirmed with need. I’d never known seeing a guy so aroused could makemeso aroused.
Again, he seemed to know what I needed and slid his hand down… between my legs. He cupped my pussy, and started slowly massaging me there.
I couldn’t stand it.
It was so different than when I touched myself there.Better.More exciting, because he was in control of it. I never knew exactly what he was going to do next, how firmly or how softly he was going to touch… and it was driving me crazy with desire. I whimpered. My body was starting to shake involuntarily as he leaned down over me and kissed me in the middle of my chest.
My breathing was all shuddery and desperate…
And there was that terrible, needy ache rising in my core.
