“Yes,” I admitted, not at all embarrassed when he slipped my bra strap down next. It hung down my arm, the tips of his fingers so close to where I wanted.
Touch me, I wanted to scream. Unable to find the words.
“Yeah? What was the plan? Show me what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks, scream at me, then send me to bed with a dripping cock?” he grunted into my skin. “Hoping to hear me fucking my hand through the wall? Or were you going to let me touch you this time?”
I wasn’t capable of answering. I didn’t need to. A second later his palm cupped my breast. Lifting, testing its weight in his palm. My thighs tightened around his hips, and when he dragged his thumb over my tight nipple, they snapped like an elastic band. “Fuck, Isla.” Our hips stuttered into a roll at the same time. “Those moans you make. Sexy as hell.”
Sick of his teasing, I tugged the other strap down my shoulder, untangling myself until my bra bunched around my belly button.
Alistair hissed through his teeth. Eyes darkening in the dim light as he took me in. He looked drunk. Awestruck. In one smooth move, he drew my nipple into his mouth. Flicked it with his tongue until I saw stars.
My cry was obscene. Flat out ridiculous. But there was no time to worry. No time to dwell over how I sounded, to wonder if he thought my belly was too soft or if he noticed the faint stretch marks on my breasts.
He was too busy worshipping them.
“Told you, fucking perfect,” he whispered before moving to the other breast.
I wanted to touch him too, was desperate to get my hands on his arse. The strong thighs that had been driving me to distraction all day.
This would be my only chance.
But he made all coherent thought impossible as he mapped my body like a man possessed. He went back andforth between each breast. Kissing, licking, biting as though they both were deserving of equal attention. It wasn’t enough. “More.” My hands tightened in his hair. “Please Alistair . . . I need more.”
“Fuck. It’s okay . . . I’ve got you.” He clasped me to his chest, flipping our positions until my head was cushioned on the soft arm of the sofa. His hands on either side, supporting his weight while he pressed himself between my thighs. Rubbing over me until my back arched. That his towel was still secure around his hips was a damn feat of engineering.
“So hard for you, can you feel it?” His head hung low, watching the place our bodies ground together. “All this shit about pretending and it’s like this cunt owns me, and I haven’t even tasted it yet.”
“Oh my god, Alistair,” I gasped, raising up to drag my tongue along his straining neck.
“Better?”
I shook my head, even though I could already feel that new heat in my lower stomach. A quivering in my thighs. “I need more.”
“So impatient.” His fingers squeezed my hip. “Are you wet for me, honey? Tell me, if I slid my hand between your legs, would I find you dripping?”
Bloody hell. Who the hell spoke like that?
The filthy words gave me a confidence I’d never imagined I’d have. “Find out for yourself.”
I grasped his wrist, moving it until his fingers grazed the top of my thigh. He didn’t hesitate. Lifting his hips to make room, he delved between our bodies. His entire palm cupped me possessively, then tugged my underwear to the side, fingers slipping over my clit. No instruction, no map necessary.
Catching it between two fingers, he plucked it roughly, groaning into my ear at the slickness he found there. “Fuck, Isla.”
I sighed, so relieved, tears pricked at my eyes.
I was going to come. With another person. No vibrator necessary.
Perhaps there was a god.
He pushed up on one arm, eyes tracking from the hand half buried beneath my skirt, up my bare chest to my face. “Look at you. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.” He stroked me over and over, along my slick slit, circling my clit then repeating the motion from the top. My thighs trembled around his hips. Squeezing, dragging him into the movement until his cock bumped against the back of his hand. “All this time I thought your blushing turned me on most . . . but you yelling at me, swear to god, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I tipped my head back on the armrest, electricity pulsing beneath my skin. I was going to come. I was going to— “God—”
“Nah, eyes on me, honey, and when you come you’re going to tell me exactly who’s getting you there. I need to hear it.”
The command was my undoing. The nickname. The begging. The sudden slide of two fingers inside me. I exploded with a wanton whimper. “Alistair . . .Alistair.” He kissed me hard, swallowing the sound like he wanted to keep it. Working me through wave after wave of my pleasure.
The ending felt like waking from a dream. My eyelids fluttered as everything but him turned soft and hazy. Our lips continued to tangle with one another’s, tongues sliding as his cock continued to press against my thigh.
