Page 54 of Beneath Your Beautiful
“I want you to come,” he said, his thumb rubbing my clit. I was only my body. Skin, bones, muscle. I was moaning. And I was so…close. When I came, I was split wide open. Shattering into thousands of pieces. My muscles clenched around him as he thrust deep inside me. One. Two. Three times. He came apart, his body shuddering with his release, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close against him. We smelled like sweat and sex and dirty pleasures.
He buried his face in my hair. “You feel fucking amazing, Sunshine.” I smiled into the darkness. A beat later, he asked, “Does that air conditioner work?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Killian
Iwas so far gone I didn’t have a hope in hell. One night and she was under my skin. Those were my first thoughts when I woke up the next morning, her warm body curled against mine. My next thought was that I was so hard my dick hurt. She pressed her ass against it, and I thought she did it in her sleep, until I heard her husky laugh.
“Evil temptress,” I said.
“You called me a dirty angel last night.”
“I called you a lot of things last night.”
“Mm, you’re creative.” She turned around in my arms to face me. Even in the morning, make-up free and her hair wild and tangled, she was gorgeous. “Good morning.”
Damn if it wasn’t the best morning I could ever remember. I’d never slept in a girl’s bed all night. I’d never woken up in one. I never wanted to leave this bed with its snowy white sheets and downy comforter. The shades were drawn and the air conditioner under her window clanked and hissed, but I’d closed her bedroom door, turned it on high, and it did the job keeping the room nice and cool. She leaned over and grabbed a condom from her bedside table. Last night, I was happy to see that the box hadn’t been opened yet. “Round three?” she asked, with a wink.
“I don’t know. You’re a delicate flower. You sure you’re up for it?”
“Looks like you’re up for it.” She pulled back the covers to reveal the evidence. “I’m sure I can make the effort.”
She fisted my cock, and I watched her hand move up and down, exerting the perfect amount of pressure. My balls were drawn up so tight, I felt like I was going to explode in her hand. “Oh…God,” I groaned.
“You can call me Eden.”
“Eden. Eden. Eden.”What are you doing to me?
She kept a grip on my dick and ripped opened the condom packet with her teeth. I snatched it out of her mouth, rolled it over my erection and pulled her on top of me. She took me in her hand and guided me inside her. She was already wet for me. I wrapped my hands around her hips, intent on controlling the pace. If she kept grinding against me like this I wouldn’t last two seconds. But she had other ideas. “Hands behind your head.”
I slid my hands up her sides and held her breasts in my hands, thumbing the pink nipples that hardened under my touch. “But think of all the things they can do for you.”
She grabbed my wrists and pushed my arms down on either side of my head. “Let me show you what I can do.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.” I laced my fingers behind my head and let her take control. Her idea of taking control was taking control of meandherself.
I scowled at her. “That’s my job.”
“Just sit back and watch.”
Oh fuck. She threw her head back, fingering her clit, riding me hard, and squeezing my nipple between her fingers, her palm flat on my chest for support. Her long blonde hair, silky and soft, flowed down her back and caressed my thighs. I rolled my hips and she let out a moan that would put porn stars to shame.
“Are you close?” I asked, my voice strained. I was barely hanging on, and if she didn’t come soon I’d lose it. “Baby…”
“Killian,” she screamed. Her eyes closed, and her mouth dropped open, her muscles clenching around my cock. I sat up, wrapped my arms around her quivering body and exploded inside her.
Nothing had ever felt this good.
My back collapsed against the bed, my arms still holding her, bringing her down with me. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move a muscle. She lay on top of me, her legs shaking like she had no control over them, her arms wrapped around my neck, her face pressed against my neck.
“I can’t move,” she mumbled.
“Don’t. We’ll stay here all day.”
“Like Yoko Ono and John Lennon.”
She lost me there. She climbed off me, and I reached for the condom, but she smacked my hand away and took care of it herself.
