Her ivory lace bra did nothing to hide her breasts and pink nipples. His mouth watered. He dropped his head to her shoulder and kissed it, biting where it united with the neck.
Sophia hissed through clenched teeth, her hands clutching his ribcage.
He murmured with satisfaction, but she didn’t understand the words. And she didn’t care.
He moved down and sucked a nipple through the lacy bra, enjoying the dual feeling of the lace and the soft skin beneath it.
Sophia moaned and Alistair could almost hear her heart pounding. His fingers wandered over her body, as one of his legs pressed between hers.
A tingle of uncertainty flashed through her mind. I shouldn’t have started this. But another thought overrode the first. Why not?
Her belt fell to the rug with a soft thump.
“Sophia, you are so beautiful,” he murmured against her breast and bit and tugged. Hard.
Sophia gasped, her nails dug into his waist. Alistair’s gasped.
A zipper whispered and her skirt fell to the floor. His large hands encompassed her back, his fingers kneaded her butt gently, and his thumbs pressed her hipbone.
Sophia moaned loudly. He grinned and his lips moved to her other breast, his tongue leaving a wet trail. He licked the nipple and sucked it in his mouth, biting it, too.
Ah! His movements and caresses transfixed Sophia. He’s well practiced in this.
He lifted his head from her breast, slowly undoing the other buttons and letting the blouse float to the floor.
Alistair suddenly needed to look at her. He stepped back, without releasing her.
They stood mere feet apart-she in her underwear, he in his jeans-wordlessly, appraising each other.
He had the perfect build for his great height. Broad shoulders and chiseled chest tapered into a narrow waist. Only a thin trail of black hair descended from his navel to waist of his jeans, which encased his long and muscled legs.
And something more. She eyed the bulge under his fly. Oh, my. Something very big.
The sight of her dazzled him. Proudly, she held her head high and her shoulders back. Her black hair, falling almost to her waist, covered one pert, plump breast. She’s… breathtaking, ravishing… No words do her justice.
“You are” he breathed, “magnificent.”
Her slim waist widened into slightly round hips. Her lacy panties covered only a small and thin patch of dark hair; she was almost bare. Her legs were long and firm.
Oh, fuck. Brazilian wax. I want her. I need her. Now.
Sophia followed his rapt gaze and suddenly felt shy. No one has ever looked at me like this. No one. So much ardor, so much passion. She felt her whole body on fire, consuming all the air in her lungs.
He closed the gap between them, running his hands from her shoulders down her arms and up again, going to her breasts, cupping them through the ivory lace bra.
He picked her up in his arms and laid her down in the middle of the bedspread. “I have no words.” He shook his head, astonished at the intensity of his feelings.
She palmed her hands on his chest and smiled up at him.
He stretched on his side next to her. “Exactly how I pictured it,” he murmured. “Your glorious body against the sheets, your long hair spread on the pillows, framing your face and shoulders.” He shook his head. “It’s enough to drive a man insane, Sophia.”
Sophia was so astonished that she couldn’t make any sense of his words. “Please,” she moaned. Oh, please, stop talking and… take me. She almost giggled. Almost.
“Let me discover you.” His fingers touched her stomach, rounding her navel and her breath hitched. It glided up to her breast and to her shoulder, slowly lowering her bra strap, torturing her. His head bent down and he kissed the edge of her shoulder, his mouth traveling over her collarbone to the hollow of her throat, placing kisses along the way and down to the swell of her breast following the path of his warm hand.
He raised his head and looked at her eyes, the emerald-green meeting the yellow-diamond ones. He leaned, regarding her closely. He lapped at her nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth.
Sophia arched on the bed, moaning, her hands tangling in his hair. She felt his lips twisting into a smile and he took his time, swirling the nipple with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth and suckling her breast; while his now free hand went to the other shoulder and lowered the other strap with no rush.
“So soft,” he whispered as his elegant fingers cupped the other breast and massaged it. His thumb and index finger twisted the nipple between them. As Sophia moaned again, he chuckled and asked, “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, don’t stop,” she sat up and undid the bra throwing it faraway.
He laughed and pushed her back with a gentle touch on her shoulder. He bent down kissing her mouth. His fingers went down again, fluttering on her shoulder, passing by her scar and stopping to caress it. He returned to the shoulder and moved to the other breast. His mouth trailed behind his hand, kissing her ear, biting her lobe, and caressing her arm. Alistair kissed the scar reverently and cupping a breast, sucked it into his mouth, suckling it.
Oh, my. He’s going to kill me. “Alistair, please,” Sophia moaned loudly. She moved her hands from his hair to his shoulders, exploring his back. His strong shoulder and back muscles were hard, compared to the smooth texture of his skin, which made her want to lick him all over. Her hands moved down his back and found his trousers, “Jeans,” she panted. “Off.”
He jumped off the bed, took out his wallet from the back pocket and from it a condom, putting it on the bedside table. As he undid the button, he stared fixedly at her. His green eyes flashed hungrily. He unzipped his jeans, pushing them down, but keeping his underwear on. His black boxers tented from his straining erection.
Sophia stopped breathing.
“Boxers. Off.” Her voice hoarse.
He shook his head and returned to what he was doing. “There’s no hurry,” he whispered, “we have all night.”
Who said there’s no hurry? She was past any coherent thought.
He wanted to hear her scream with pleasure; to make her come so hard she wouldn’t know up from down. He shifted his weight, bracing himself on his elbows, his legs falling on either side on hers; he kissed his way to her navel, delineating it with his tongue before getting on his knees. She’s pure silk and velvet.
His hands paused on her hips and he splayed them on her belly. She’s about to become mine. With his thumbs hooked under the thin straps of her matching ivory lace panties, he slowly pulled them down. His fingers deliberately touched her thighs, calves, and then her feet. He watched her face intently with his green infernal eyes, hooded by long dark lashes.
He gripped an ankle and lifted her leg to his mouth.
Sophia inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Ah!
Just the languid way he raised her leg was torture. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered. When her eyes fluttered open, he licked her instep.
She moaned and fisted the sheets, arching on the bed. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
His tongue trailed her calf and the back of her knee; he put her foot on his shoulder and gripped the other ankle in his hand.
“Alistair,” Sophia hissed and closed her eyes again.
“Keep your eyes open,” His grip tightened on her ankle and his tongue flicked her left instep as his teeth bit down.