Page 67 of Beneath the Hood

Even in this moment, she’s focused on the control.

She wants me to take it.

Leaning forward, I connect our lips. My hand tightens around her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck, and I flip us, her body bouncing on the mattress.

I hover above her, my eyes drinking her in from our new position, soaking up every inch of her body. The longer I look, the more she fidgets, until her arms move to wrap around her stomach. She turns her head, pink creeping along her cheeks.

Sliding my hands down her body until my fingers entwine with hers, I raise her arms above her head. “Don’t hide yourself from me. Let me see you.”

Shifting our position, I place both of her palms together, wrapping my fingers tightly around her wrists, gliding my free hand down until it rests at the base of her throat. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Her chest brushes against me with every exhale. My dog tags dangle on top of her and I watch her face closely as I thrust my hips against her center.

Her eyes roll, teeth sinking into her lower lip, and I swear to God, in this moment, she’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

I kiss my way down her body, touching every spot I showed her in the mirror, then doubling back and covering anywhere I may have missed.

Easing my grip on her wrists, I take the shirt bunched around her hips and move it down her thighs until she’s left in nothing but her small, pink shorts.

I graze my lips along the hem and then move lower, my heart beating in time to the throbbing of my cock, mouth salivating at the anticipation of having her explode on my tongue.

My thumb presses against her through her shorts, my balls tightening when I feel how damp the silk is.

Fuck.

I lean in, sucking the fabric into my mouth.

She jerks.

My eyes glance up at her, my thumb replacing my mouth and circling over her clit, her legs trembling around me. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

Lust floods my system. There’s something so primal about the possessiveness that overtakes me, knowing I’m the only man to have the pleasure of being with her like this. Of touching her. Tasting her.Fuckingher.

My fingers wrap around her shorts and tug, pulling them down her thighs, following their path with my mouth, until I’ve covered the length of her legs with my lips.

She rises on her elbows, staring down at me with wide eyes and a flushed face.

My palm glides up her thigh, over her stomach until I reach her chest, pushing her back to a lying position. Her legs drop open and my cock stiffens more at the view. I press my hips into the mattress to try and relieve the ache.

Her pussy is perfection, glistening with the arousalIcaused, I lean in, blowing slightly just to see her reaction.

She gasps and my stomach clenches at how responsive she is.

I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue lapping at her juices and sucking her clit into my mouth.

Goddamn.

The second her taste hits me, I’m lost. Drowning in every whimper, every tense of her muscles, the way she tugs on my hair while she gasps out my name.

I tease her entrance with my fingers, spreading her wetness around and feeling her pussy spasm, her legs pressing in around my head.

“Oh mygod,Jackson, I think I might...” She trails off, throwing her arm over her face.

My eyes stay locked on her through it all, needing to see the moment she comes apart under someone else’s touch. Undermytouch. Her tits rise and fall with her heavy breaths and her legs tighten and shake, until suddenly, the world stills.

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