He smiled, licking slowly across my skin, dragging his tongue from the curve of my breast to the inked eagle between them. My head tipped back as his mouth followed up my chest, along my throat, to my jaw. The cool air against my damp skin made me shiver.
He pressed his chest against mine, and I could feel the warmth seeping even through the thin cotton between us. Letting go of my wrists, he moved up, cupping my face and lifting it until I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
My cheeks burned.
I bit my lower lip as he murmured,“You look even more beautiful when you’re timid.”
My eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. I pressed my lips together, trying to steady their faint quiver as he leaned closer and gently captured them with his own. My lashes fluttered shut, and I instinctively drew my thighs together as he parted his lips, leaving a trail of lingering kisses from my chin to my cheeks.
Heat bloomed where he touched me. My lips swelled under the warmth and possessiveness of his affection.
My breath hitched. I shifted beneath him, instinctively trying to escape the growing pressure, but he only cupped my neck, holding me there, deepening the kiss.
My hands slid up to his shoulders as he shifted his leg between mine. His free hand slipped down, tugging my in-skirt just enough to hook my leg around his waist.
“Urghh,” he groaned, thrusting his middle body against mine.
My lashes fluttered at the sensation. Temptation coursed through me as I inhaled sharply. I felt his hardness, and it sent a shiver straight through my spine.
I was caged beneath him.
My toes pressed into the mattress as I drew my lower abdomen in, instinctively searching for space to adjust, to breathe, but he only pressed closer. His lips found my neck, scattering reverent kisses along my skin as he murmured soft words into my ear. The first few dry humps startled me; my body stiffened at the unfamiliar intensity, but soon my hips answered him on their own.
I closed my eyes and gave in.
I could feel the slickness between my legs. My fingers curled into his hair, and I brushed my lips against his cheek. He answered by kissing my neck again deeply.
Gradually, he slowed down and lifted his mouth to mine, kissing me once more before shifting back onto his knees. The sudden distance made me gasp. I arched slightly, clutching the sheet beneath me restlessly, aching for more of him.
Then I realised what he was doing.
My heart pounded as his fingers searched for the strings of my in-skirt.
He leaned down, pressing soft kisses over my trembling belly as he tugged gently at the knot. My legs stretched instinctively.
I didn’t know what was happening to my body.
I wasn’t shy, but only until the moment he slid the fabric down my thighs.
I lifted my hips slightly to help him, keeping my thighs pressed tightly together. He was still dressed in white, while I lay bare beneath him, adorned only with the jewellery clinging to my ankles, wrists, and waist.
I turned onto my side, overwhelmed by my own nakedness. His face had flushed, eyes dark and intense, and when he sucked in his lip slowly, I knew there was no turning back.
Not that I wanted to.
I tried to draw my knees toward my chest, but he stopped me with one firm hand on my thigh.
The touch wasn’t warm.
It was hot.
My breath faltered as he leaned closer, placing his lips along the curve of my side, brushing his fingers slowly over my thigh. I shut my eyes and pressed my face into the mattress as he traced a trail of kisses downward from the joint of my thigh to my ankle.
He gently grasped my calves, then turned me onto my back.
I instinctively brought my bangle-filled hand to my core, ashamed, but he caught my wrist gently and moved it aside. His fingers brushed along my inner thighs instead.
I felt like a butterfly folding into its cocoon.
