Page 38 of Beyond Expectations

I retrieved my glass, not breaking eye contact with him, and downed every last drop.

As the liquor left a warm, burning sensation down my throat, I watched as he followed suit.

Still maintaining eye contact with him, I retrieved his glass and placed them both down on the desk.

I ran my hand through his damp hair, tugging ever so slightly on it, mirroring what he did to mine earlier.

I followed that by faintly ghosting my lips over his. Running my tongue along his lips, I placed feather-light kisses upon him. A guttural growl escaped his throat, which spurred me on. Straddling him, I could instantly feel the friction of his hard cock rubbing against my sensitive clit. Which had been wanting and waiting for him for an eternity.

He skimmed his hands across my back, leaving a trail of fire. It was as if the hunger within both of us had been released, as there was almost a devouring ferocity in how we kissed one another. He ran a trail of kisses down my neck, behind my ear, across my collarbone. Kissing and licking his way up my shoulder and then gently biting down on the soft skin pocket. Simultaneously rocking and rubbing his cock against my now soaking wet pussy.

“I… can… feel… you’re… soaking… wet…” he whispers.

“You’ve… drenched… through… both… your… towel… and… mine.”

Every word he uttered made me crave him more and more.

Then, he lifted me as though I weighed nothing and carried me over to the bed. Wrapping my legs around him, I plunged into a deep kiss, softly biting down on his bottom lip. Coming to a halt, he detangled my legs from around his waist. I could feel the cool oak of the large four-poster Edwardian-style bed against the back of my thighs. I broke the kiss and reached for the knot in my towel.

Seeing his pupils dilate and focus solely on me, I undid my towel and let it drop to the floor. I watched as his eyes greedily looked down every inch of my body. His thumb trailed down my neck across my chest, over the swell of my breast.

My nipples were erect into high peaks as he tenderly rolled one between his thumb and forefinger. The moan I let out came from deep within my soul. There was a brutal strength to his passion. I felt my arousal reaching dangerous heights, my body teetering on the precipice of pleasure and pain. Taking his left hand away, I whimpered in protest, but he instantly replaced it with his hot mouth.

His tongue licked and sucked my nipples, swirling the tips and sucking it into his mouth. Working for minutes, hours, God knew how long, then pushed my tits together so both nipples were in his mouth when he bit down hard on them and sent my body into an explosive orgasm. Every follicle on my skin lit up. Fireworks filled my eyes, and searing heat rolled through my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

He softly pushed me back, effectively sitting me on the edge of the bed. Spreading my legs wide open, he dropped down to his knees.

Never in my life had I been so glad to be a regular at the wax salon.

He slid one finger softly into me, and my fight to keep quiet was becoming fruitless.

“You are so wet. You’re dripping onto my finger.”

As he licked and sucked my clit, he pushed two fingers inside my pussy. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate them.

His mouth left my clit. “God. Your pussy is perfect.”

If my body weren’t building up to another orgasm, he’d have made me blush with that statement. But instead, I was lost in the shocking waves of pleasure that sizzled over me, making my body shudder with desire.

Beginning to build into a rhythm, I could feel my body climb higher and higher, almost at the precipice of another orgasm, when he suddenly stopped. With my eyes partially dazed, I looked down at him and saw him rise to his feet. I could see his cock, largely tenting beneath his towel.

Sitting back, I watched with excitement and slight trepidation as he reached for his towel and let it drop to the floor. My eyes slowly scanned him from head to toe. My line of sight only enabled me to see just past his knees, but that was more than enough. Tremors of excitement raced through my body.

Our eyes locked with one another. And I was lost in the narcotic-like power of those crystal blue eyes that seemed to perceive and understand my every desire. Reaching out my hand, I ran my fingers across his bare chest. The feel of hard, solid muscles beneath my fingertips showed that the man kept himself in great physical shape.

As one hand ran across his supple chest, I used the other to prop myself up. He watched every move I made, his eyes never breaking contact with mine. Running his tongue along his mouth, licking up the juices that glisten his lips. It was as if he didn’t want to let a single drop go to waste. Watching that unbridled hunger flare in his eyes turned me on even more.

Lowering his head, bringing us face to face. Finally, his lips once again brushed against mine. Greedily, I licked his bottom lip, tasting myself. The salty sweetness of my own arousal, mixed with his primal passion and want for me, made me moan with deep satisfaction. My actions must have set something off within him as he then branded his mouth upon my own, capturing me and enthralling me deeper and deeper.

He rained rapid kisses across my mouth. Then, my shoulder. His primitive maleness sent ripples of pleasure through me. Mounting the bed, Rhett leaned over me, his arms on either side of my head, his cock cushioned between my thighs. Quivering awareness shot right through me. I could feel the hot, pulsing heat of him at the apex of my thighs.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowed, and his face went serious for a split second. His eyes sought my consent. Staring back into the depths of his stunning blue eyes, I nodded. Yes, this was what I wanted. I wanted him. All of him.

Leaning over the bed, he retrieved his wallet and grabbed a condom. My nipples were stiff peaks, and my chest rose and fell in quick succession as I watched him rip the packet with his teeth, then slowly roll it over the broad mushroom tip that was already leaking with pre-cum. His large hands only emphasized the size of his mouthwatering girth.

Fully sheathed, he leaned back over me, running his nose along mine before his lips once again devoured mine as he entered me slowly. It had been quite some time since I’d last had sex, so my body needed to stretch and accommodate him. Molten waves of pleasure rippled over me. An onslaught of raw physical desire overwhelmed my senses.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling the flex of the muscles in his back and legs. His hips raised, and he surged into me, causing me to arch my back to accept him better. Like that, I felt every inch of him deep inside me. With one hand, he began kneading my breast, teasing my nipple. His other grasped my hip. He tilted me at a slight angle, which caused my clit to rub against him with every thrust.

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