Page 80 of Beautiful Thing

My knees threaten to betray me. Lifting an arm above my head, I lean an elbow against the open doorway of the shower to keep myself upright.

“Now, your panties,” I barely manage to rasp out, my control fraying by the second.

Her eyelashes flutter as she hooks her fingers into the sides of her underwear and drags the cotton down, dropping it alongside her discarded T-shirt.

Suddenly, she gives her head a vigorous shake, as if trying to snap out of a trance. Her mahogany hair flies all around her angelic face. “I only came in here to talk about the kiss,” she mutters. “We broke your no kissing rule tonight,” she specifies, her tight nipples taunting me from behind the curtain of her dark, disheveled hair.

But I don’t want to talk about my stupid no kissing rule.

Because now, she’s naked. And perfect. And I’m two seconds away from kissing heragain.

“Fuck. Look at you,” I muse, stepping out of the shower but keeping my distance. I just need a minute to admire her. “You look like a dream. So fucking beautiful.”

Layla squirms under my gaze. She pins her legs closed again, this time, seemingly in embarrassment. I won’t have that.

“Spread your legs open for me, Belle.” My tongue darts across my lips. “Put one foot up on the counter.”

Her lips fall open and she sucks in a breath. But she obeys my instructions beautifully, propping one heel up on the edge of the vanity. One hand pressed to the mirror for balance, she spreads herself wide, giving me my first peek at the pretty pink petals between her thighs.

It takes everything in me not to drop to my knees right here, right now. “Yeah, just like that. Good girl.” I encourage her, practically panting already.

My raging cock begs for friction so I wrap my fingers around it again.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this woman. I want to mark her in every way possible. I want to claim her. But I’m so turned on, I don’t even know where to start.

“God—look how wet you are,” I breathe out like an awestruck teenager.

She glances down, sliding her fingers through her wetness and a head-to-toe shiver travels through her body.

“Yes. That’s right, beautiful girl. Use your fingers. Touch yourself. Show me,” I quietly cheer her on.

Her damp fingertips draw circles on her clit and she’s absolutely dripping. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Do you like that?” I ask her. “Do you like showing yourself off to me?”

“Yes…” she breathes out. She throws her head back and groans. “Yes, Archer.”

“Good. Play with that pretty cunt for me. Make a mess all over my vanity and show me how hungry that pussy is tonight,” I command.

Layla rasps out a laugh. “Shit, Archer. Aren’t you supposed to be the quiet one? I thought you were a nice, polite boy.”

“I try my best, Layla. But there’s no polite way to describe the things I’ve been dreaming of doing to you. Now, push your finger into that tight hole for me.”

She groans, spine arching as she obeys my instructions. Slowly, her finger slides inside.

My eyes move from her pussy, up her torso, her breasts, her lips to her desperate, captivating eyes. “God, Layla. You truly are perfection. You know that?”

Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink. “Can I make a confession?” she asks drunkenly as she continues to stuff her pussy. In and out. In and out. Slowly.

My skin still dripping wet, I take a step toward her, closing the distance between us. I lower my lips to the curve of her neck for a gentle kiss along her throbbing pulse point. “Anything,” I assure her.

Her flesh shivers under my lips. “Only you make me feel this way.” Her voice is suddenly low and shy even as she continues to play with her pussy. “I only feel beautiful when you look at me.”

I lean back to stare into her face. I hate that she doesn’t see herself the way I see her. I hope she’ll allow me to change that. “Well you’re in luck, Belle. Turns out, looking at you is my favorite thing to do.”

Another shiver moves through her. “Never would have guessed you were such a sweet talker, Archer Brighton.”

I take a step closer, positioning myself between her open thighs. I lean in by her neck to inhale the scent of her skin again.

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