Page 76 of Undone, Love Times Three

For a moment, I’m not sure what he means, then he moves his hand, and another finger presses into me, the pressure and fullness sends my body into overdrive. My skin flushes and I let out a cry, my legs wobbling.

Catching me, and without removing his hand, he turns us and lowers me to the bed, pressing his palm against the comforter. I writhe on his hand, feeling his eyes on my face. He raises his hand and touches it to my chest, lightly pressing until I lay back. As his fingers work, he trails his other hand over my breasts and up to the strap of my dress.

It lowers off my shoulder and he peels the dress back revealing my naked breast. I can’t wear a bra with this and I’m glad of that right now. The cold air hits my skin and my nipple pebbles. He leans in and sucks one between his lips, getting it all wet, then leans back and blows on it.

My moan is obscene, and my eyes slam shut as his thumb presses onto my clit and his fingers push in harder.

It shocks the hell out of me when his hot breath hits my ear and he whispers, “Come for me.”

My entire body shakes, my hands claw out at the comforter, at his arm. I’m sure I’m scratching him, but he doesn’t stop as pleasure rocks through me.

“Don’t fight it,” he bites my earlobe, then trails kisses to my mouth.

Hungrily, I take his tongue between my lips as the pleasure continues to pulse through me with every flick and curl of his fingers. Coming on command is new.

Struggling to catch my breath, I feel like I’m floating down from the sky, landing on the soft ground. His fingers slow and he moves back, pulling them out of me. He trails the wetness over my inner thigh, gliding his fingers down to my knee and back again.

I should feel something about him spreading my cum all over me but it’s not what most people would feel right now. It’s making me even hotter.

When he pulls back, my shoulders curl up and I release all the tension in my body that the orgasm created. I’m about to speak when his tongue touches me. He licks up my leg, tasting what he has just spread over my skin.

“Oh God,” I moan.

He follows the trail all the way back to my opening and then hovers there. Raising my head, I look down at him. He’s staring at me over my one bare breast. He nudges my clit with his nose. The way he is breathing me in, again, makes me think this is obscene but I can’t get enough of it.

If he’d told me it, I would scream his name right now as he teases me with his breath against my most sensitive part. Then I would grab his head and pull him into me but he sits back, up on his knees.

“Take off your dress,” he instructs.

His orders wouldn’t sit right with me if they weren’t followed by his hands on me, on him making me go off like a rocket into the dark sky. Doing as he asks, I sit up and slide the straps down, then reach for the zipper under my arm.

He gets to his feet and steps back as I lift my hips and shove the dress down my legs. It leaves me sitting on the hotel bed completely naked. His eyes swallow every inch of me as he pushes his boxer briefs down. My eyes widen as I take in the full length of him.

His cock is hard and thick, a neat patch of hair at his groin. Something glints at the base of his cock, and I stare at it. He has a pubic piercing, a captive bead ring.

That bead will rub on my clit when he finally….

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply, trying to sound sultry but it comes out more of a whisper.

As I watch, he runs his hand up and down the length of his cock, twisting his hand as he reaches the head, then smoothing it back down to the base, the tip of his thumb nudging the piercing.

When he steps forward, I lift my eyes momentarily, then lower them back to his hand as it keeps moving, corkscrewing up and down over his hard shaft.

“Sit on your hands,” he tells me.

“What?”

He cocks his head. “Do you want to experience immense pleasure tonight?”

My mouth dries and I swallow to produce saliva. God yes, I do. I nod.

“If you want me to make you come, over and over, I’d like for you to let me lead. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Good girl.”

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