When He Reads To Me

30. Lissie

Chapter 30

Lissie

“The way he says that one word.”

H e has a chair positioned in front of his bed, and on the mattress is my book and a pair of heels. I look back at him to find him smiling at me.

“I take it you want me to put the heels on?”

He walks to the bed, picks up the book, finds the chapter he wants to read, then sits in his chair and nods to the bed.

“I’ll read. You get undressed and on that bed in nothing but those heels.” He doesn’t wait for me to reply before he starts reading.

“ His eyes… Somehow, they see straight through me, like he’s looking at a piece of me I’ve never seen before. His body hovers over me, and he brushes a piece of my hair off my face as he locks his gaze on mine .”

When he stops, I turn my head toward him. He’s sitting there with his brow raised, waiting for me to follow his instructions.

I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off over my head, then shimmy my jeans down my legs until I’m in nothing but my panties. His gaze burns as it runs over me.

“I think it’s only fair you do the same,” I say as I reach for the heels. “If you want me to wear these that is.” I smirk as the heels dangle off my fingers in some sort of sexy taunt.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“Take off your shirt.” I nod to it. He carefully places the book back on the bed, stands, and removes his leather vest. Draping it over the back of the chair, he then shucks his shirt and tosses it to the floor. He glances at me before he takes the book and sits back down.

This man is dangerous to my body and mind. I have never felt more wanted or comfortable around another human being than I do with him. There is just something about him I can’t fully explain.

He opens the book again, his booted foot coming up and resting on his opposite knee as he focuses on reading the words once more. I sit on the bed and put the heels on as I listen to his voice.

“ I want you, and only you.” He says the words from the book, but I glance up at him to find his eyes on me. He smirks before he looks back down. “ He says that, but my heart flutters, and I wonder how this man can want me. I know he does, for the simple fact I can feel him hard against me, but he actually wants me . Not just what’s between my legs .” I suck in a breath and lie back on the bed.

“Remove the panties,” he orders. I do as he says, lifting my ass and sliding them down my legs before dropping them to the floor.

“Now yours,” I purr.

“I’m not wearing panties.” His glazed eyes are locked on me.

“Jeans. Remove the jeans.”

He licks his lips and stands, kicking his boots and socks off before undoing the buttons. He pulls the denim down his legs and steps out of them.

He stands there, completely naked, his cock hard and his body on full display for me. Just like mine is for him. He sits back down, picks up the book, and opens it again without any hesitation.

“You can just come over here.” I tap the bed. “You don’t need to read to me.” His eyes don’t blink as he stares at me. He seems to contemplate my words for a moment before he adjusts the book, holding it above his cock, which is standing tall against his stomach.

I breathe deeply as he starts up again, ignoring my invitation.

“ He spreads my legs, pushing them open with his knees as his hand threads through my hair. ” He stops reading and lifts his gaze to me.

“Spread them,” he commands, and I do. He looks between my legs and licks his lips before he goes back to the book.

“ The tug of his fingers in my hair makes me spread them a little bit wider, and that's all he needs before his fingers slide down over my hip and slip between us through my folds and straight to my pussy. ” He stops again.

“Do as I say.” I nod at his words and slide my fingers between my legs. He stands, then leans over me, the book still in his hand. I hear him take a deep breath, his nose inches from where my hand is, before his tongue flicks against me and makes me jump. It’s quick, just a taste, but it’s everything. I push my hips up toward him, but he stands and reads again. “ He slides a finger inside .” His eyes lift from the book and drop to where my hand is.

I do as instructed, slipping a finger inside myself. He nods before he goes back to the book.

“ His finger on my clit, applying pressure that my body needs before he inserts a second finger, working his magic .” I don’t insert a second finger, and when I don’t, he leans down and does so with his own finger, staring at my hands as they work my body—one on my breast, the other on my clit as he pushes in and out of me. A noise leaves my mouth, maybe a moan, as he starts reading again.

“ He whispers something in my ear. Maybe he’s calling me a good girl—I can’t quite hear it. His fingers are captivating me, and his body’s weight is perfect as my hands cling to his sides. He keeps up his slow pace for a few moments, then he stops .” His hand leaves me, and I groan. I go to sit up, but he shakes his head. “Stay.”

“That’s unfair,” I complain. He smiles and turns to face me fully.

“You read. If you stop, I stop.”

I’m confused at first, but when I take the book and look down at the passage, I feel him move between my legs, his hot breath on me. “Start,” he commands, then his tongue darts out and licks me. He does it again, and I moan. “Start,” he growls against me. I nod and manage to open my eyes and look back at the words. I find where he stopped and pick up from there.

“ I look at him, and he smiles a big smile at me. It takes everything in me not to tell this man that I’m falling in love with him .” I pause, and his tongue moves a little faster as he inserts his finger. I moan and quickly look back at the book. “ He leans down, and before I can confess anything to him, his lips find mine, and his body applies more pressure as my legs open wider. He slides straight into me, and I pause the kiss, my mouth open, but his lips don’t stop moving, and somehow I manage to catch up to him and kiss him back. ”

It's hard for me to concentrate on the words when his mouth is working wonders down below, but I somehow manage to read them. And as I turn the page, he inserts another finger and applies pressure to my clit with his tongue. The book is all but forgotten as I drop it next to me, my hands clutching his white bedspread as a soft moan leaves me.

I feel it.

I’m so close.

So fucking close.

He doesn’t stop, and I wonder if he’s also forgotten about the book.

My heels dig into his back as I wrap my legs around him. When I come, he takes one last lick, sending my body into a fucking shock of happiness. It literally feels like I’m coming down from the best high I have ever been on.

“You stopped reading,” he says as his hands wrap around my hips. Milo pulls me so my ass is on the edge of the bed, and I can feel him there.

I lean up on my elbows and smile. “Best head ever,” I say.

“I should fucking hope so,” he retorts and looks between us as he notches himself at my entrance. “Now, inch by fucking inch, you will read me the next page.” I look at him, confused, and he nods to the book. “Every sentence gets an inch. And, baby, there are more than six inches.”

I feel him there, but he doesn’t make a move to push inside. I lie back down and grab the book.

“Good girl,” he says as I open the book to a random page. I couldn’t care less where we were.

“ The way he grips my hair like he’s done it a thousand times is my all-time favorite thing in this world, apart from the way he stares at me. That is the best .” I look away from the book as he pushes his tip in.

“ Read ,” he demands.

“I just want him to fuck me.”

“Was that the book or you?” he asks with a smirk.

I sigh and actually go back to the book.

“ His hands are always tender but rough at the same time, never hurting me but rough enough that I love it ,” I read, then look up at him. He slides in a little further. I feel myself pulsing down there—the need, the hum is everywhere.

It’s torturous.

“ He whispers in my ear before I feel him right where I need him the most. He doesn't care that people are around. Heck, neither do I .” I groan as he moves again.

“Fuck me,” I moan.

“I’m trying, but you aren’t reading fast enough, Pretty Lady,” he says, and his face looks as strained as I feel.

I read as fast as I can this time. “ People are walking by everywhere, and it’s the middle of the day, but he doesn’t seem to care. I mean, I’m straddling his lap in his car. ” He slides in farther. “ I take as much of him as I possibly can before he leans forward and bites my shoulder. ” Deeper. “ I start to move on him, and the way he breathes my name through those lips I love to touch is like kryptonite. ” I throw the book as he pushes in again and lift my hips to him. He slides the rest of the way in, and I groan in pleasure.

“That’s my Pretty Lady,” he says as I scream. The buildup and the pressure get to be too much, and his hips start to move, fast and hard, his fingers on my clit, rubbing small circles over the sensitive bud. A part of me wants to push his hand away, while the other is ready for the explosion I know it’s about to give.

He pushes in and then stops. I try to move my hips, and he laughs before he moves again. And this time, he fucks me like he can’t get enough of me, and I take it because I can’t get enough of him.

When he comes, I do as well.

He falls forward, laying his head on my breasts. “Will have to find a new book soon,” he mumbles, and when I turn my head, I can see I’ve torn the pages and ripped some out.