Page 5 of Beautiful Desire

I let out a small giggle at his impatience.

“It zips here,” I tell him while pointing at the zipper.

Straightening himself up a little, he moves to the side and quickly pulls it down. Taking the thin spaghetti straps, he gently pulls them down my arms, allowing him to take off the rest of my dress. He’s standing to his full height now with a look of hunger in his eyes, like a lion when he sees his prey.

Lying on his bed, wearing nothing but my gold Jimmy Choo heels and a champagne-colored silk thong, I feel my body heat up as I watch his eyes roam over me, taking in every single inch of me. I don’t think any man has ever observed me so carefully before. Even with the electricity swirling between us, I’m unable to help it, and my eyes drop to his pants, noticing alargebulge by his zipper.

“Fottimi,” he says on a whisper as he finishes taking me in.

Confusion contorts my features as I try to figure out what he just said. Slowly, he makes his way back to me, undressing as he goes, his eyes holding mine the entire time. I try to hold his stare, but it’s no use. My eyes quickly devour his tanned and toned body. I feel another rush of wetness at the sight of his tattooed chest and arms.

Oh, my God.

I try to collect myself so I’m not a panting mess, but I fail, as he’s now down to just his boxer briefs. I can’t help it as my gaze falls when he lowers them and I almost drool at the sight of his large, thick, veiny cock with precum gathered at the end, begging to be licked clean.

“Oh, God,” I say out loud, forgetting he can hear me.

He chuckles at my words. “All in good time, angel. All in good time.”

Lowering himself so he’s hovering over me, he uses one hand to prop himself up while his other plays with my hardened nipple. When he brushes a soft kiss on my lips, I open up and grant him access. As his tongue brushes my lower lip, he devours my mouth before moving and taking my nipple. He swirls it around, while his hand makes its way to my soaking wet core.

Gently, he pushes past my silk thong and inserts one of his thick fingers inside me. I’m unable to help the moan I let out at the feeling of his finger moving in and out of me.

“Holy shit,” I say aloud.

“You’re so wet for me,” he grits out.

“You better have a fucking condom,” I tell him.

This torture has been going on all night, and I can’t take it anymore. I don’t give a fuck about my rule right now. I need this man and I need him now.

Jumping up from the bed, he moves to his suit jacket, taking his wallet out and removing a foil packet. Standing at the foot of the bed, he tears it open.

Before he can put the condom on, I’m sitting up on the edge of the bed, reaching for his dripping cock. I look up at him through my lashes and see a somewhat shocked, yet excited, look on his face as I take him in my mouth. I suck him all the way in and twirl my tongue around the tip, tasting his saltiness. I draw back, almost taking him out completely, and then swirl my tongue once again. I repeat it twice before he stops me.

“Lie back and spread yourself for me. I need to fuck your pretty little pussy already.”

I lie back on the bed and take off the thong before dropping my knees to the side, allowing him a full view of my soaking wet center.

As he leans above me so we’re face-to-face, his eyes roam my face for a few seconds before I feel his hard cock pressing at my entrance. He guides himself in with a slow, gentle thrust before stopping for a second, allowing me to release the breath I’d been holding. D nips and kisses at my jawline, sending a rush of wetness to my core, allowing him to thrust himself farther inside me.

“There we go, angel,” he groans, feeling himself fully seated inside me.

Every single one of my senses is in overdrive right now from his scent, his kisses, the lingering taste of his saltiness, and howfuckinggoodhe feels inside me.

Continuing his kissing assault, he moves in and out, and with every thrust, I feel myself climb higher and higher.

There’s no way this guy can make me come this quick.

Again, like he’s reading my mind, his mouth moves from trailing kisses along my jaw to kissing and nipping my breasts. And within seconds, this man has me coming like I never have before.

“Oh, my God, yes! Ah, D, yes. That’s it, yes,” I chant as I reach my climax, stunned that all this is happening with this beautiful man in front of me.

“Fuck, angel. We’re only getting started.”

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I feel the wheels hit the tarmac, and a slight sense of relief washes over me at being back in Boston. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself to call Gia as soon as I get off the plane. My best friend moved into her new place today and I should have been there to help her, but the persistent little firecracker she is, she would not hear anything about me missing Peter’s wedding.

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