Page 44 of Cinder's Trial
“About time,” I murmured.
“Trust me when I say I wanted to be alone with you hours ago.”
“Oh really? Prove it,” my impish reply, to which he groaned.
His arms wrapped even tighter, keeping me pinned against his body. He started out coaxing, parting my lips to tease me with his tongue. I moaned as pleasure suffused me. I’d been kissed before but nothing like this. In the past, a kiss was just that. With Levi, it was like being tossed into a storm. A wildness filled me. Arousal simmered. Need demanded.
And he provided.
He nibbled my lips, and I teased his right back. My arms linked around his neck while my legs wrapped around his waist, holding me against his erection. His hands cupped my bottom, and he ground me against him, giving me pressure where I most wanted it.
When his lips nuzzled my neck, I tilted my head back and enjoyed the feel of his mouth dragging down my tender flesh. I leaned back so he could move lower, and with one hand, he palmed my back, urging me to arch my chest while his other hand teased the tops of my breast—a tease with too much fabric in the way.
“Undress me.” I uttered the soft command, and he groaned.
“As my princess commands.”
He set me down but only so he could remove my clothing. Shirt. Pants. He took a moment to stare at me standing there in my bra and panties.
He sighed. “You’re much too beautiful.”
In his eyes I certainly felt it. I didn’t worry if my breasts were too small, my hips too narrow. His expression smoldered as he took me in.
“Your turn.”
“I wasn’t done.”
“In a second…” I murmured as I let my hands skim his torso, tugging free the shirt that covered that wide and deliciously muscled chest.
I made quick work of his belt buckle, but when I undid the button to his pants, he placed a hand over mine. “Let me.”
I sat down to watch as he undid the zipper and shoved them down his legs. His black briefs could barely contain his shaft.
Oh my. I’d never had one this big. I licked my lips, and he groaned.
“If you don’t stop being so sexy, I’ll never make it.”
My lips quirked. “If that happens, I’m sure you’ll find another way to satisfy me.”
Wait, did I actually say that out loud? Judging by his growl as he stepped for me, I had. My bra hit the floor, as did my panties, leaving me just as nude as him.
But did he toss me to the bed to ravage? Nope. He once more chose to stare, the hunger in him clear to see.
It gave me the boldness to cup my breasts and present them in offering.
“Oh hell yes.” He knelt to rub his face between them while I dug my fingers into his hair.
I didn’t need to tell him what I wanted. He just knew, sucking my nipple, nipping it before taking as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. His arm wrapped around my waist and dragged me close to him, lifting me off the ground so he could march me to the closest wall. He pressed me up against it, his body acting as an anchor, while he proceeded to tease my breasts. Drawing my aching peaks into his mouth, his tongue swirling over my nipples. Each time he tugged a tip with his lips and teeth, I felt it between my legs. Felt my desire growing stronger and stronger.
As he played, I ground myself against him, my pussy pressed against his hard belly, soaking it with my arousal. What a waste. I squirmed, trying to get what I wanted.
What I needed.
Again, he understood, and he returned to kissing me while one of his hands grabbed his shaft. He held his body slightly apart and rubbed the head of it against my clit.
My breath hiccupped.
“Are you sure you want this?” he murmured against my mouth.