Chapter 42

• “Perfect,” he whispers. I smile as I internally thank Abbie for the appointment at the Beautiful Behinds waxing salon yesterday. I owe her…big time. He runs his hand down the front of my neck to my breasts which he cups with his hands, my nipples hardening under his attention. He lets out a low groan and closes his eyes. Seriously, this man is hot. I think the phrase god’s gift to women is definitely appropriate in this situation. His mouth drops open again as he watches with dark eyes his fingers run down the length of my body and he swipes them through the wet flesh between my legs. I whimper and throw my head back to lean on the mirror. He starts to kiss my neck with an open mouth and gently starts to spread my knees with his hands, running slowly both hands backwards and forwards from my knees to my hips. I know he’s trying to calm himself. His breath is quivering as he sucks in air. Just the thought that he could be this aroused from my body starts to liquefy my insides and I find myself panting, anticipating his next move. His fingertips circle through my swollen flesh and his thumb rubs over my clitoris. I shudder with arousal. “Fuck, you are dripping wet,” he smiles into my neck. I grab the back of his head and bury it into my neck. I can’t even speak, let alone answer. A low moan escapes me. Even if I wanted to stop and I don’t, it would not be physically possible at this point. My body has gone into overdrive and is on a one–way race track to orgasm. He steps back and once again stares down at my open weeping flesh, he cracks his neck hard and I know he’s gone past his physical limits of restraint. His mouth slackens and he slowly pushes one of his fingers into me, twisting his hand as he does. He closes his eyes as he moans. “Fuck!” I smile and bite my lip. I like that response, I like it a lot. Standing back with eyes still focused on my sex he slowly fucks me with his finger and then adds a second as he twists his hand again. I groan and lean my head back. Shit, I think I’m going to come from just this, how embarrassing. He seems to lose control and bites my neck hard as his strong fingers pick up the pace.
• “You’re so tight, precious. I wanted to come with you first time, but it’s not going to work.” He bites me, taking possession, and it’s almost painful. Goose bumps scatter again.
• “Huh,” I whisper. “What do you mean?”