Page 83 of Beneath the Hood

That she trusts me.

She already has so many people taking from every aspect of her life, I refuse to be someone else who does.

She glances around, her arms coming across the front of her stomach and she swallows. “Can we turn off the lights?”

My heart sinks. It’s so obvious now, in this moment, that her insecurities go far deeper than just reactionary breakdowns from other people’s opinions.

Walking to the edge of the bed, I crawl over her body, leaning down to press my lips against hers. I make love to her mouth nice and slow. Long, tender strokes of my tongue against hers until her body relaxes and becomes supple underneath me.

Good. I don’t want her tense for this. It’s going to be painful enough without her on edge. This should be all about enjoyment.

Pulling my mouth back, I rub my nose against hers, her breath mingling with mine.

“There isnothingyou could show me that I wouldn’t want to see. I want to be with you because I love what’s in here—” I press my hand against her chest. “Not because of what’s out here.” I run my other hand down her side. “Although, that’s beautiful too.”

She presses her body further into my hands. “Okay.”

“Do you believe me?” I ask.

She nods, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Good.” I press another kiss to her mouth, before trailing my lips across her jaw and down her neck, my half-hard cock growing thick from her taste on my tongue.

“So, strip for me, princess.”

I move until my back is against the headboard, giving her room and once again, leaving the decision up to her. She has to show me that she wants this. That she’s ready.

She surprises me, standing up until she’s at the end of the bed. Her fingers grip the bottom of her shirt and drag it slowly up her torso, her skin coming into my view inch by inch, my heart palpitating from the torture of the tease, waiting to be revealed.

My eyes drink her in, greedily gulping the view, and with every moment that passes her body relaxes, her movements becoming graceful. More confident.

I wish I could have her dive inside of my brain so she could see herself the way I do.

My fingers dig into the comforter, grappling with the blanket to keep myself from reaching out and pulling her to me, my cock bobbing in the air as I shuffle on the bed.

Her jeans slide off her legs and then it’s just her, encased in black lace—a present just waiting for me to tear into its wrapping.

She’s so goddamn sexy.

It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, the bikini she was wearing for the photo shoot on her pool deck covered less, but the intimacy of the moment has my balls tightening with anticipation.

Her eyes meet mine, the air charging with tension as she reaches behind her back.

Heat collects at the base of my spine and I grip the comforter tighter.

She unclasps her bra and the material slides down, the straps falling off her shoulders. She holds the cups of lace in place, keeping herself hidden from my view. My eyes follow the way her cleavage rises and falls with her heavy breaths. My cock throbs and I reach down, my hand wrapping around it and stroking.

My hand glides up and down, imagining it’s her tight pussy creating the heat and not my palm.

A beautiful shade of pink blooms on her cheeks, but she doesn’t drop her gaze from where I’m touching myself. Her arm drops, letting the fabric slide the rest of the way off.

Her nipples pebble against the air, and even though I’ve seen them before— tasted them before—it feels like the first time, blood rushing to my groin as I stroke faster.

“Touch them for me,” I rasp.

Her eyes shoot up to my face, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. But she does as I say, her hands slowly rising to her chest as she cups her breasts, rolling those perfect nipples between her thumb and finger.

My insides coil tighter, my heart slamming against my ribs.

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