Page 70 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
He takes my mouth again with deep, drugging kisses while thrusting against me. I’m mindless with need, pushing back against him, chasing the sensation. I feel a delicious tightening in my pelvis.
Oh, God, oh fuck! I think I could actually come.He releases my mouth and his lips catch my earlobe, very gently grazing with his teeth, and that’s when I realize how loud I’m getting.
I’m actually chanting his name.Gross!I cover my mouth.
He looks at me. I thought his eyes were beautiful before, but I’d never seen them when his pupils were blown with arousal.
“Your eyes are unreal Ethan.”
“And you moaning my name is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
My face colors. “I, um…”
“I’d really love to hear you scream it, Bonnie.”
“Um, Ethan?”
“What, baby?”
“I don’t know if I want to do that.” He’s calling me baby. I’m gone.
“Lose control and scream my name?” he asks, smiling.
How does he know me so well? I nod.
“Try it. You might find you like it,” he coaxes.
He puts a hand under my shirt, going for my belly button piercing. “This thing drives me mad,” he admits.
“It does?” I didn’t think he was a piercing sort of guy.
“Yeah, I love it. Way more than I should.” His hands rise higher, and I start to tense.
“Look at me,” he commands. My heart slams against my ribcage. But I raise my eyes to his, partly because I want to see his eyes, too.
He palms my pert breast, and my mouth parts on a moan. It feels so intimate and raw, but I trust him and let him see my desire and need.
When he pinches my nipple lightly, my vision starts to blur. He gives me his mouth, which I take gratefully, as he continues the torture on my breasts.
He breaks the kiss. “You feel so amazing. I want to see all of you, Bonnie.”
He looks at my t-shirt and back at me.Oh, my, is he… asking?It felt like a command. Yet, he doesn’t move a muscle until I nod shyly.
Stop treating me like delicate china! Take me! Wreck me!I want to scream. But he feels so good, for once I’m content to let someone else take control.
He grabs the hem and pulls the t-shirt over my head, then his eyes settle over me. I’ve never felt self-conscious about my body, as I just know that men like what they see and their eyes glaze over at the sight of me topless.
Now, I wonder if my ribs are too visible and my nipples too dark and prominent. He stares until I can’t resist the urge to cover them.
“What?” I ask.
He grabs my hands, pulling them over my head so not only are my breasts completely exposed, they’re pushed higher.
“Fucking hell, Bonnie. You’re a wet dream.”
The adoration I see in his eyes is almost as good as the feel of his mouth around my nipple, his tongue lashing repeatedly against the hard nub. I don’t even mind that he’s holding down my wrists since I’m too busy moaning and writhing against his plundering mouth.
“I need to make you come. I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t.” He rasps against my breast.