Page 9 of The Alpha's Daughter
Sitting back up, she leaned forward and slid her hands underneath the shoulders of my jacket, guiding it off until it fell to the floor. “I think maybe I can. Show me what you’ve got.”
Oh, fuck was I in trouble. For someone who claimed she didn't like sex, she sure was doing a damn good job playing the part. In a flash, my lips were on her. I didn’t even try to resist, scooping my hands under her backside and pushing her back further onto the bed. I lifted her legs higher up onto my hips.
Her hands were everywhere. Cupping my face, through my hair, around my shoulders, down my chest, and down to my belt where she yanked out my shirttail. I devoured her with my mouth, intoxicated with the smell of fresh pine from her skin and lavender in her hair. She tasted and smelled like sunshine and woods, and the little noises she made as I massaged my hands up her body nearly made me come unglued.
She let out a nervous giggle, her fingers fumbling at the buttons on my shirt. I sat up and unbuttoned the sleeves before ripping it over my head and looking down at her flushed face. Her lips were red and plump and her neck and cheeks were tinted pink from rubbing against my stubble. Her hair splayed out in a chaotic blonde wavy halo. I leaned forward and flipped her over, massaging my hands up the backs of her thighs. Quickly, I unzipped the back of her dress and turned her again so I could see her face.
Wordlessly, she raised her arms over her head and I pull up on the hem of her dress, tossing it to the side and letting my eyes flow over every inch of her creamy, curvy skin. Growling low, I leaned over and kissed under her chin, down to her collarbone. She breathed heavily as I continued my trail down the V between her breasts, reaching my hand up to pluck her nipple through the thin fabric.
“If I had… known that… someone would see this,” she swallowed, “I would have picked out better underwear.”
I laughed low and sucked her hard nipple through the material, moving from one side to the other. “Mmmm, I’m not complaining. You can wear whatever you want for me, Shortcake. I'll happily toss any and all of it to the floor.”
I reached up and pulled the fabric down, exposing her pink-tipped flesh for a brief moment before my mouth claimed her again. I ran my hand down her side, gripping her hip and pulling her in closer. It wasn’t enough.
She must have felt the same because she arched up and reached around, unhooking her bra. I lifted my head to watch her, taking it all in. She tossed it aside and reached up, pulling me back down to kiss me deeply. I moaned. If she wanted more, I was happy to oblige.
I held myself above her, careful not to let my full weight crush her into the mattress while I feasted on her mouth. I couldn’t remember the last time I enjoyed kissing someone this much.
Her hand traveled down low, grazing past my stomach and gripping my cock through my pants. I couldn’t help surging my hips against her. I had never reacted to a woman like this before. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come.”
She grinned up at me and gave the head another swipe with her thumb. Her eyes went wide, blinking and innocent, “Doing what?”
“Damn you, woman. You wanna play?” I pressed my lips to hers with a smack. “Okay, let’s play, Shortcake."
I slid down her body, peppering kisses over her breasts, ribcage, belly, and hips. I reached the edge of her panties and pulled them down with one fluid motion. Her apex glistened with the wetness of her arousal. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard. I could barely wait to run my tongue through her slick folds. “I want to taste you.”
“You don’t have to,” she lifted her head and looked me straight in the eye.
“There is no have to. I want to. You're mine," I growled. "I'm going to make you come so hard that you forget any other man but me has ever been here." I was practically begging.
She dropped her head back down to the mattress. “Okay.”
I moved down further on the bed, lifting her thighs over my broad shoulders, forcing them further apart, and centering myself between her legs. Her hands wound through my hair and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With one long stroke, my tongue swiped through her soaked, swollen lips. One taste and I couldn’t stop. I lapped her up, craving more of her sweetness like a man starved. I took a deep breath, inhaling the heady scent of her arousal.
I swirled my tongue over her sensitive nub and she bucked her hips against me. She made the most adorable, strangled noise when I did it again, laying my arm across her hips to keep her in place. I reached up, sinking a finger into her delicate softness. Her pussy was so tight. I pulled back and inserted a second finger, feeling her muscles pulse and throb as I massaged her from the inside. In and out. Faster, then slower.
I latched more firmly onto her swollen clit, applying pressure until she released a guttural moan. She wanted to roll her hips against me, I could feel it. She was wound so tight, that it wouldn’t take much for her to unravel. I grinned against her. I needed this to be good for her and was prepared to do whatever it took to make that happen. I had to be the only man she would ever think about again. “Come for me, Shortcake.”
Hooking my fingers around, I searched for her most sensitive spot. The one I knew would send her over the edge and have her exploding like a bottle rocket. One, two, three swipes on her clit, and she was done. Her body tightened, writhing around my fingers and flooding my mouth with sweet cream. I drank it all in, gently kissing and swirling as she came back down. Her legs shuddered against my shoulders and I dragged myself back up her body. “Are you okay?”
“I—“ she nodded, arms flopping down around her head. She took a few deep breaths, shuddering again. A slow smile spreads onto her face.
Chuckling, I lowered myself back down to kiss her again.
