Page 47 of Steel Beauty

His warm breath dances across my skin as he trails soft kisses up my calf and then thigh. A shiver of anticipation runs through me. His mouth moves higher, his tongue tracing delicate patterns along my inner thighs. I let out a breathy gasp as his mouth approaches the edge of my lacy underwear.

Shit.

Is he going there?

Is he not?

I don’t know.

Do I want him to?

Maybe.

Fuck.

Of course, I want him to.

“I’m obsessed with every inch of you.” He looks up at me with those nearly black eyes. “I haven’t been able to stop wondering what you might taste like.”

“Oh fuck,” I say, mostly to myself, as I fall back on the bed and close my eyes, listening to the music around us, absorbing it. I swear that I’ll never hear Heart’s “Straight On” again and not remember this moment.

He presses his lips against the delicate fabric of my panties, his warm breath tickling my skin through the crotch as he kisses me gently. Then, he runs his tongue over the damp lace, following the cleft of my center. And then he does it again. And then once more.

My teeth sink into my lower lip, muffling my moans as he teases me without mercy. Despite the frustrating barrier of lace between his tongue and where I want to feel him most, it is an exquisite form of torture that only heightens my pleasure.

Raising my head, I gaze down at the top of his head nestled between my thighs. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Delighting in my torture.”

He looks up and a mischievous smile spreads across his face. “I must say, I’m rather enjoying myself.”

“I believe you may have sadistic tendencies.” And wow, what a beautiful sadist he is.

His tongue darts out and glides over his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

He lets out a contemplative, low hum, his smile taking on a mischievous edge. “I believe you might have some masochistic tendencies.”

I lie back down, allowing the music to seep into my soul. “If being a masochist means enjoying this kind of torture… then yeah. Guilty as charged. Carry on, sadist.”

And he does.

His thumb traces over the wet lace of my panties, pressing against my clit in small, deliberate circles. My fingers tangle in his hair as he sends waves of sensation through my body.

I can’t believe I’m already this close to coming and he hasn’t even taken off my panties yet.

Don’t come, Magnolia. Not yet, girl. I know it’s been a long time, but it’s too soon. This is only the beginning. You don’t want to miss out on what’s to come.

“Fuck, you smell good… but I can’t play this game with you any longer. I’m torturing my own damn self. And I’m dying to taste you.”

“I eat a lot of pineapple.”

He stops and looks up at me. “What?”

God, Magnolia. Why did you say that—especially now? “It’s nothing. I’ll explain later.”

He grabs the waist of my panties, and with a gentle tug, he pulls them past my hips and down my thighs. He then loops his fingers through the waistband and flings my panties across the bed like a slingshot. “You won’t be needing those the rest of the night,” he says, sporting possibly the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen.

Lifting my legs and gripping my thighs, he pulls me toward him until my body is perched on the edge of the bed. Spreading my legs apart, he lowers himself onto his knees and nuzzles his face against my pelvis, taking a deep breath. A low mmm escapes from his lips as he savors the scent.

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