Page 17 of My Sexy Rival (Stars In Their Eyes 2)
“What you’re doing right now feels pretty fantastic,” I said as we rocked together, my hips arching into his erection. “But maybe just take off my skirt,” I whispered.
In seconds, he’d unbuttoned, unzipped, and tugged off my skirt. I lay before him on the couch, wearing only my tank top and a simple pair of cotton boy shorts in dark blue that hugged me low on my hips.
“Fuck,” he hissed out as he looked at me, and I couldn’t help but thrill at his reaction. His raw, unedited reaction to seeing my panties. Such a simple moment, but such an intimate one, too. “My favorite color on you,” he rasped out as he ran his fingers against the cotton panel of my panties, feeling where I was wet for him. “You’re so hot,” he said. “I love that I did this to you.”
“You did. Now do more,” I instructed as I grabbed him by the hips and yanked him down against me. I wasn’t ready for his hands in my pants, or his mouth. But the feel of him against me? That I could manage, and that’s what he gave me as he began grinding against me.
I moaned with every move he made, arching my back, and gripping his butt hard as he rocked perfectly into me. So damn perfectly that I could feel that delicious start of something. The slow, sweet spread of pleasure all throughout my body. The sensation that a decadent release was within my reach.
“William,” I moaned, rocking into him, as waves began to crest inside me.
He said something in Italian. I had no clue what he was saying, but it sounded dirty, and I loved the possibility of the words. He rained kisses on my bare skin, brushing his lips against my throat, my neck, my ear as he moved his body against mine in a dizzying pace, his hard length doing wonders to me even through the layers between us. It didn’t matter that our clothes were on, it didn’t matter that his skin wasn’t touching mine. I was close, so close, and nothing was going to stop this orgasm that hovered on the edge of my evening with him.
“Oh God,” I gasped, opening my legs wider and wrapping them around his hips. “It feels so good,” I moaned.
“I want you to feel amazing.”
And I did feel amazing. Absolutely out of this world incredible as I started seeing stars, bright and beautiful, like the way I felt when I was with him. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, pulled him as close as he could possibly be, and my mouth fell open into an O as my body went there, too.
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William
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So. Yeah. That was hot. Like, crazy hot. I was dying to slide my hand inside her panties, to feel how wet she was, to have her rock against my fingers. But all I really wanted was for Jess to feel good, and for me to be the one to make her feel that way. For her to come just from the friction of our bodies made me want to pound my chest.
But I wasn’t that type of guy. Instead, I kissed her more because I couldn’t resist. Her lips were delicious, her skin was divine, and her body melted whenever I touched her. Nothing was a bigger turn-on than when the girl you like loses control as you touch her. Jess was like that with me, and the way we connected in the bedroom—okay, living room—was yet another reason I wanted more and more of her.
“That was so fucking hot,” I said after I broke the kiss.
A faint smile curved her lips, and she still wore the afterglow of an orgasm on her face—flushed cheeks, plump red lips, and eyes hazy with desire fulfilled. “It was so fucking hot,” she repeated, and I loved that she wasn’t embarrassed or shy from coming while I—let’s call a spade a spade, shall we?—dry humped her.
She roped her arms around my neck and pulled me back in for more kisses, looping her legs tight around me again. Maybe she was ready for another, and hell, I was up to the task. Very, very up to it.
“You liked my legs, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Hmmm?” Her question didn’t compute.
Then in seconds, she gripped me with her thighs and flipped me with those strong legs. I was on my back, and she was wedged along the couch by my side. Her hands were fast, and she moved quickly, unzipping my jeans and grasping my hard-on through my boxer briefs.
I groaned loudly, my eyes floating closed as she touched me. She felt so incredibly good, her quick hand rubbing me. I was reduced to nothing but the desire for her to touch me more. Fortunately, she didn’t need me to tell her that. She knew, because she tugged at my jeans, then my boxers, pulling them down far enough to take me in her hand.
