Page 89 of The Bodyguard Affair
“Keep fucking my hand, baby. That’s it, just like that.”
The pressure dilates to a point of no return. The pleasure tumbles down my spine in a spasm so intense, it nearly takes me out. I grasp for the towel slung over the top of the chaise to muffle my cry as it pounds through me, over and over again. It’s never felt this way before. Ever.
Eager to return the favor, I motion for him to sit on the edge of the chaise, and I drop to my knees, running my fingers over the hem of his shorts.
He swallows, helping me take them off. I do a double take when I pull him out of his briefs, entirely mesmerized. Let’s just say, size is not a concern of his.
I plant a map dot of kisses all along his inner thigh, teasing him until he can’t take it anymore. He grips my jaw and looks me in the eye. “I’m gonna need you to stop teasing me,” he commands.
I reach to grip his wide base with my hand. I give it a couple strokes before licking around the tip, barely taking him in before he nearly falls back on the chair, glossy-eyed, his jaw clenched. He’s been mouthy this whole time, but he looks so completely and utterly wrecked, I think he’s lost all ability to speak.
“Fuck,” he finally manages, his legs trembling. Heat blooms through me, just seeing him out of control like this.
I’ve never done this before. And while I’ve written about it, it’s a whole different story actually doing it. Encouraged, I lean forward, taking as much as I can, which isn’t even half. I use my hand on the base, setting the pace, slowly lowering myself deeper and deeper until he can’t take it anymore, until he grips my hair and pulls me back.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper.
“No. Yes. I just…We need to slow down. That mouth of yours is going to make me lose my mind.”
I flash him a smirk, settling back on my knees, waiting for instructions.
“Let’s go inside,” he grits out.
Chapter 39
Nolan
Apparently, I lose my mind anyway.
The moment my lips touch hers at the foot of the bed, I’m a goner. Of all the things I’ve imagined doing, this is what I’ve craved the most. The feeling of those soft, plump lips against mine. She tastes so fucking sweet, like the pineapple juice we drank in the front lobby on the way to the villa.
She sighs into me and steps back, just enough for my eyes to rake over her. “Let me see you.”
She swallows, reaching back to unclip the straps behind her neck. My knees go limp when her breasts fall out. They’re the perfect teardrop shape, full at the bottom, nipples begging for me. I immediately drop to my knees, worshipping them. They’re so full, each hand can barely contain them. I take each one in my mouth, running my tongue over her until she’s gasping, until she pushes back.
“You want me to stop?” I ask.
“No. I want you to fuck me,” she says. For a moment, I think she’s slightly embarrassed, but she can tell by the way I feel against her stomach how much that turns me on.
“I’ll fuck you on one condition,” I say, sitting back on the bed, her in between my legs. “You’re going to tell me what you want. Every step of the way.”
She blinks up at me as I run my hands down her backside, over her ass. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“What haven’t you done that you’ve always wanted to do?”
“Literally anything.”
“No,” I say sternly, giving her a soft tap on the ass. “No more people pleasing. I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She swallows and it occurs to me she’s never been asked what she wants. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispers.
“Sweetheart, look at me.” I wait until she makes eye contact with me. “Listen, anything you want me to do to you, I guarantee I’ve already thought about it a million times. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you like this, how many times I’ve come in my own hand thinking about you.”
She tilts her head, taking it all in. For a second, I’m terrified I’ve freaked her out. But she nods, straightening her shoulders slightly. “Okay.”
“That’s my girl. Now what do you want me to do?”
“I—I want to sit on your face.”
