Page 77 of Alpha Bond
“You have too many clothes on,” I murmur before tugging at the bottom of her shirt. She reaches down and grasps the hem, pulling it up over her head. She’s bare beneath it, and I stop and take a moment to take her in.
“Fuck. You’re a miracle.” My throat tightens. I lean forward and capture her lips again as my hands move up to cup her breasts. I sweep my thumbs over the hard numbs of her nipples, and she groans. When I dip my head to take one into my mouth, her back arches. I trail my lips to the other.
She grasps at my shoulders as she tilts back further, strung taut as a bow. I’m about to lift her up so I can tug her pants down and slide my lips to her mound, when she stops me, pushing me onto my back before straddling me. She smiles sensually as she begins to move her hips against mine. The friction is delicious, and I moan, my hands gripping her waist tightly as I feel my cock harden beneath her.
She leans down and whispers into my ear, “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.” Her eyes are twin pools, glittering almost pure green, and I sink into them.
“I want that too,” I reply, my voice low and husky with need.
She moves down my body, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. She stops at my chest, taking one of my nipples into her mouth and sucking gently. My back arches off the bed, and she gazes up at me, watching my reaction before moving lower, her tongue tracing circles around my navel before dipping lower still.
She slides the sheet down with her as she moves, and as she passes my hips, she exposes my cock, which springs up against my belly. I can’t remember ever being this hard, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.
She takes a moment to admire the view before leaning down to take me into her mouth.
A groan escapes from deep in my throat as she starts to work her magic on me. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock while her hand pumps up and down my shaft in perfect rhythm.
“Fuck!” I hiss. My fingers tangle in her hair as I lose myself in the sensation.
Just as I’m about to reach the edge, she pulls away with a wicked grin on her face. “Not yet,” she says teasingly.
I groan in frustration, but I know that she’s right. When I empty myself, I want to be buried inside her. I reach for her upper arms and pull her back up my body until we’re nose to nose again.
“Temptress,” I tease her as my hand slides between us to the juncture of her thighs. Her pants have come off, probably while I was distracted by her mouth, and it gives me full access. She sucks in a breath as I part her lips and find the little nub there.
I start to circle it with my thumb, causing her hips to buck against my hand.
“Please,” she moans, her eyes closed and her head tilted back.
I move my hand away from her clit and instead slide two fingers inside of her. She is wet and tight, and the feeling of her walls clenching around me is almost enough to make me lose control. But I hold on, determined to make this last.
I curl my fingers inside of her, searching for that one spot that will drive her wild. When I hit it, she gasps and clenches around me.
“Yes,” she hisses, rocking against me.
I continue to stroke that spot, my thumb back on her clit while my other hand finds its way back up to her breasts. My fingertips brush against one nipple, making it pebble under my touch.
She starts to move faster on top of me, riding my fingers like she’s riding my cock.
“God…so damned beautiful.” I can’t take my eyes off her. Cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, her lips parted as she makes little gasping sounds…she’s wanton, wanting…and everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
Her moans grow louder and more urgent as she nears the edge.
“Harder,” she pleads, grinding against me fiercely now.
I oblige, thrusting my fingers deep inside of her as she rocks above me. Her movements become erratic, and I know she’s close.
With one final cry, she falls apart as she collapses against my chest. Her walls clench tightly around my fingers as she rides out the aftershocks of pleasure.
As she comes down from her high, I bring my wet fingers up to my mouth and suck on them while maintaining eye contact with her. She watches with hooded eyes before pulling me into a desperate kiss.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispers.
“I want that too,” I moan, needing her so badly that I’m ready to explode. I lever myself up, taking her with me as I rise to my knees. Her eyes widen as I swivel her around until her back is pressed against my chest.
“On your knees,” I growl, my voice rough with lust and the beast inside me. She drops to all fours, presenting her perfect ass to me, and I groan at the sight of it. “Mine,” I say, cupping a lush globe in each hand.
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing back toward me. Her pussy is wet and gleaming between her splayed thighs, and I run a fingertip along the length of it, not dipping in, even when she arches back, opening herself wide for me. It’s an invitation that’s almost impossible to resist, but I do. I sink down, drop low and press my face between her ass cheeks, sliding my tongue along her slit.