Page 96 of Accidentally Under Your Tree

The hand at my thigh pressed higher, taking hold of my ass through my sensible slacks. It wasn't enough contact. The fabric was too thick, especially with his worn jeans dividing us as well. Reaching between us, I struggled with the button at the top of the denim.

He didn't relent. His lips continued down my throat. He tugged the neck of my sweater out of the way, revealing the white lace of my bra.

"You're all buttoned up, Lizzy." He licked and nibbled at the exposed curve of my breast. "It drives me fucking wild."

I tossed my head back, and he cupped my tits—his big hands overfilled with what I offered.

"Take off your pants," I commanded.

He glared down at the rise and fall of my cleavage against his fingertips before he took a step back. My clit throbbed, pleaded at the outline of his erection. I had to push my thighs together as he rubbed the heel of his hand up and down his length once.

"Pants off." This time it came out as more of a desperate request.

He ran the tip of his tongue over his already swollen lips. A disobedient glint sparked in his smoldering eyes. His biceps flexed against the white cotton as he lifted his arms and pulled his shirt over his head.

His wide ribcage expanded with each of his breaths. A pelt of dark hair curled across his rounded pecs. I didn't even realize I'd reached out to scrape my palm up his stomach until he closed his eyes, and his muscles twitched.

Standing, I put my mouth to his hot skin. Again, my fingers found his jeans' button, but this time I had the space I need to snap it open. I slipped my fingers inside—the teeth of the zipper bit at the back of my hand.

He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth as I gripped him. His hard length, thick and heavy against my palm.

A whine escaped from my throat when he took hold of my wrist, forcing me to let go of his cock.

He released me but tugged me flush to his body. His thigh pressed between mine. "Now you have too many clothes on."

I was in too much of a lust filled haze to realize he still hadn't given me what I asked for. I couldn't even understand how time worked. One moment I was fully dressed—if a bit sloppily—the next my slacks were undone and around my ankles.

He made a "Mmm" sound as he took hold of my thighs, his fingers dimpling into my flesh. "All buttoned up and pretty. It's been too much all night."

"Am I pretty unbuttoned?" I hardly recognized my voice and its breathy huskiness.

Shivers ran down my spine as he ran his hands up my sides to the row of buttons between my breasts. He pinched the top one, his dark green eyes bore into mine. The plastic disc slipped from the hole and my neckline sank deeper. "So much better than pretty."

His fingers lowered to the next button. Losing myself in the press of his mouth on mine, I slipped my arms free of my sleeves and pulled him tighter to my body. His jeans fell to his ankles. I gasped as his arms hooked under my ass and back. In one smooth movement, he lifted me off the table. I clung to his bunching shoulders. People did not generally pick me up—I was not a small person.

"I got you," he whispered in my ear for the second time that night.

He was so solid against me; I didn't doubt him. What was there to doubt? He was stability itself. In his arms, I was weightless. I surrendered to it. To everything.

To him.

Slow and easy, he lowered me to sit at the edge of the bed. He peeled my lace underwear down from my hips. On his knees, he licked his lips taking in the sight of my naked pussy. My chest caught on a shaky breath, the movement caught my attention in the mirror. I blinked in surprise at my own reflection. My hair was a mess, and my skin was flush. But I looked…incredible. Sexy. Empowered. Emboldened.

Burying his face between my legs, he tore a surprised gasp from me.

My eyes closed, and I fell back against the bed. The swells of my breasts barely held in by the lace of my bra.

I was lost in the sensations raging within the confines of my skin. How could I be merely human when he had me feeling like the stars were within my reach?

He hummed. The vibration sent me higher. His broad shoulders held my thighs open, his arms hooked around them. I must have opened my eyes, because the flex of his back between my legs forever seared into my mind.

His lips around my clit—he sucked and groaned.

Arching back, I cried out. Stars burst in my vision. I writhed and gripped the blanket under me into my fists. My orgasm racking through me.

I was still drawing in deep breaths when he sat back on his heels. The lower half of his face glistening. His usually bright eyes turned dark.

Jerking his head over his shoulder to the mirror, he asked, "Do you like watching?”

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