Chapter 24
watching lexi
NICOLAI
Her soft skin from her pretty little toes to her beautiful thighs that I pressed my fingers into, at least a little when I spread her legs apart, was alluring like I have not been drawn to a woman in years.
Maybe ever.
Her taste on my tongue, in my mouth, the feel of her velvet skin on my lips, feminine, womanly, drove me out of my fucking mind.
As she arched and squirmed, her body moved up on the bed, and I followed.
Oh God, I followed.
She squirmed in my hands, gasping. I pushed her knees apart to open her more to my mouth so I could devour every delicate bit of her, and she writhed.
Another squirm, another wiggle, and she inched farther across the mattress.
Her fingers trailed through my hair, her nails grazing my scalp.
Tingles rushed down my spine.
I leaned an elbow on the mattress, lifting one of her soft thighs to rest on my shoulder, the other folded against her chest as I ate her out like I was famished.
She was going to be dynamite in bed, I could tell.
The intense honesty of her gaze when she’d first looked at me from the sidewalk outside of Billionaire Sanctuary had revealed everything about her, not coy, not manipulative, not another fucking emotionless psychopath under layers and layers of practiced manners.
I could believe her moans of pleasure. I could believe what she told me about herself, and I could believe her if she ever told me she was mine.
If.
I wanted her to be mine.
Already, after only a day, after tasting her once, after this crazed day of being suddenly married, I needed her to be mine.
With one finger inside her, I lifted, pressing the nerves of her clit against my tongue from inside, and she lost it.
She was gasping, her hands grasping, her body bowing off the bed.
I sucked her clit, massaging her with my tongue.
She was out of her mind. I leaned harder on the bed to press my mouth on her.
A shriek, my name cried from her lips, and her sex throbbed against my mouth, on my tongue, sucked on my finger inside her as she gasped and cried out again.
And when my rock-hard dick grazed the side of the mattress, just a slide of barely any friction through my trousers, I fucking came.
In my pants.
Like a rutting teenager.
I breathed through the high of the bliss, panting through that blinding, unthinking moment with my tongue and mouth on the sweetness of her, my cheek resting against her inner thigh as the snap-high drained away.
And I carried on.