Chapter 33 #2
I slid my hands from her jaw down the graceful line of her neck, then skimmed my palms along her bare shoulders, finding the straps of her dress.
I pulled them down, and she shivered, but not from cold.
Billie’s hands knotted in my hair with a vice grip, like if she let go, I’d evaporate, and the sound she made when I kissed the delicate skin of her collarbone went straight to my head.
My fingers grazed her bare skin as I eased the dress down, the gown pooled around her hips, leaving her in matching lace bra and panties.
I took in the flush on her chest, the way her breasts swelled over the top of the lace.
and I felt drunk on how much I wanted her.
I pressed my lips to the curve of her mound, kissing and nipping my way down until she gasped, arching into my mouth.
She tugged my hair hard, then softer, letting one hand trail down my back, digging her nails through my shirt.
I slid one hand around her ribs, coming up under the fabric, and cupped her bare breast. She was soft and so fucking warm. I circled her nipple with my thumb until it puckered, then I took it in my mouth, sucking gently, then harder, and she said my name in a way that made my legs go weak.
With my free arm I wrapped it around her back and lifted her onto the counter, and I stepped between her open legs. She gasped as her thighs spread farther apart. I ran my fingers up the line of her thigh, loving how she shivered under my touch, and she let them fall open for me without hesitation.
“Adam,” she breathed, bassy and rough, like she’d run a marathon. I answered by sliding my hand up farther, so slowly it nearly killed us both, then over the barely-there scrap of fabric. She was already wet, even through the thin material.
My dick twitched painfully in my pants. I pressed my palm there, feeling the heat and the way she rolled her hips into my hand, greedy for more.
I let my fingers trace the smooth, warm line of her back, savoring the heat that radiated from Billie as she pressed closer.
Her bra was a delicate scrap of lace, slender straps hugging her shoulders.
I found the clasp and popped it open. The bra slipped away, exposing her to me fully, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
She watched me, her eyes heavy-lidded and wild, as if waiting to see what I’d do now that she’d given herself over to me.
I took her in, her pale skin flushed with want, her nipples a dusky rose, tightened with anticipation.
I couldn’t stop myself, I buried my face in the curve of her cleavage, inhaling her scent, then flicked my tongue over the peak, tasting the clean salt of her skin.
She shivered, a tremor running through her, and arched into me, so hungry it nearly undid me.
I wanted to touch every inch of her, so I did.
I palmed her globes, kneading gently, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she was panting, her body twisting under my hands.
She locked her gaze on me, daring and pleading all at once, so I sucked her nipple into my mouth, then bit, just enough to make her gasp.
She swore under her breath and clutched at my shoulders, nails biting through the cotton of my shirt as she pulled me harder to her.
Her nails raked down my scalp, and she whimpered when I slipped a finger under the lace that covered her sex, then another. Her folds were soaked and slick and perfect. I stroked her, gently at first, then firmer, finding the spot that made her tremble.
She moaned into my mouth and ground against my hand, her need matching mine. My gaze lifted, and I watched her face, wanting to memorize every second. Her eyes squeezed tight in pleasure, her lips parted, breath coming in desperate, shattered sighs.
I circled her clit with my thumb as I buried my face in her breasts, sucking and biting until she was writhing against me.
Her thighs began to quiver, and I felt her start to unravel, all the tension in her body gathering at the point where my fingers were pressing against her opening and my thumb was teasing the knot of her nerves at the top of her sex.
Knowing that she needed this, that she needed relief, I moved my middle finger up and flicked it over her swollen pleasure nub as my teeth sank into her nipple and I licked across its flattened surface.
Her hands clawed at my shoulders, her head fell back, and she gasped my name as she came, hard, her hips jerking and thighs clamping tight around my wrist.
I dragged it out, slowing and gentling my motions only when her body had given up the last quakes of her climax. She was limp in my arms, shaking, her hair wild across her face. I kissed her, kissed her everywhere, feeling her pulse race under my lips.
Billie’s hands suddenly shot to the buttons of my shirt. She started working them, frantic and impatient, almost tearing them off. “Take this off. Now.” Her voice was hoarse, a little plea and a lot of command.
I grinned. “Bossy.”
“Shut up and get naked,” she breathed, and I was so stunned by the sharp, wicked edge in her voice that I just obeyed. I shed the shirt she slid off the counter.
After I kicked off my shoes and took off my pants and boxer briefs, there was a moment, a long, slow moment, where all we did was look at each other.
It was dangerous…too honest. Billie reached up and touched my face, her thumb tracing my jaw, her eyes roaming over me like she was struggling to believe I was real.
Then she kissed me, fast and hot, her tongue plunging in, and I wanted her so badly I thought I’d snap.
My hands went to her thighs, gripping them and pulling her against me.
She ground herself into my erection, teasing us both, until I thought I’d lose it.
I let my hands slide around and cover her ass cheeks.
I massaged her full, firm backside as her belly rubbed against my rock-hard erection.
My fingers slid lower between her legs, and the tips ran along her slick seam.
Her opening clenched around me and made me dizzy.
She broke the kiss, panting hard. “I want to—” she started.
“Anything. Anything you want,” I said, and I meant it.
She dropped down to her knees and wrapped her hand around my cock, and I swear I almost lost it right there. She stroked me, slow at first, then with a rhythm that had my vision fuzzing at the edges.
When her lips pressed to my crown, my knees buckled slightly.
I looked down as she licked the tip. Her flat tongue swirling around my engorged head.
Watching her as she guided the head of my cock, tracing her lips then licking around it like she would an ice cream cone, caused a guttural groan of male satisfaction to rip from my chest.
“Fuck.” I speared my hands through her hair as I enjoyed the show.
She took me into her mouth, I had to grab the edge of the counter to keep from thrusting into her throat. The warm suction of her mouth, and the velvet caress of her tongue, and the twist of her grip at my base had me seeing stars.
Seeing her on her knees in front of me was something I’d fantasized about more times than I could count, but the reality was so much better.
She was relentless, and I realized she was on a mission to wreck me as thoroughly as I’d wrecked her.
I let her, for a blissed-out minute, until the pressure built way too fast, and I pulled her up with a groan.
“Billie, stop. I need—” I panted, unable to finish the sentence.
She grinned, triumphant. “You need what?”
I walked her back to the couch, as much as I wanted to carry her, I knew with my back it still wasn’t a good idea.
I kissed her with everything I had left, then laid her on the cushions and knelt between her legs.
I hooked my fingers in her panties and peeled them off.
I slid my hands up the insides of her thighs, spreading her open for me.
She was glistening, and the sight of her like that nearly undid me.
I bent down and kissed her pussy, soft at first, then harder, letting my tongue taste what my hands had teased before.
She cried out, clutching my hair, and I lost myself in her, licking and sucking until she was shuddering again, legs vibrating around my head.
I slid my fingers inside her, curling them against the spot that made her buck and gasp, as I flicked her clit with my tongue. She came again, louder this time, biting her bottom lip as she stifled a whimpering cry of pleasure. I watched her come apart for me and knew that she was mine.
As she recovered, I began to kiss every inch of her body, marking it as my territory. I wanted to brand her, to claim her, to make her only think of me whenever anyone else touched her.
If that made me a selfish asshole, I could live with that. When it came to Billie Bliss, that’s exactly what I was. Because no one could ever make her feel the way I did. No one would ever know her the way I did. No one would ever love her the way I did.