Sweet Little Lies (Angel Sands 3)

She was as responsive as hell, her lips moving and loving as their tongues slid together. Guttural noises came from deep in her chest as he cupped the back of her neck, his fingers sliding through her smooth, blonde hair. She might have asked him to lead, but right now she owned him. Owned his body, his responses, the aching need that pressed into her. And she was the one who led him to his bedroom, her fingers threaded through his as she kept looking back at him. He could see the desire in her eyes, making them sparkle. Her lips were swollen from their kisses. Her breath gave away her desire, pushing her breasts up with short little gasps, as though she couldn’t get enough air into her body.

He followed her into his room, his eyes scanning her body. Her dress clung to her, accentuating the dip of her back, and the rise of her behind. Her hips curved in perfect symmetry, into a waist so small he could span it with his hands. How was it possible a woman like this had never experienced good sex?

“Take your dress off.” His voice was low. He’d barely finished speaking before she was sliding the pink fabric up her thighs, slowly revealing more of her tanned skin, a contrast to the white g-string she was wearing. He dragged his lip between his teeth as she lifted it up further, revealing her stomach, her breasts, and finally her face. Her hair dropped down around her shoulders – light gold on bare skin – and he bit harder to hide his moan.

Damn, this woman was beautiful. And it wasn’t simply the way she looked, but who she was. The way she was looking at him, like he was king of the goddamned castle. It made him want to be everything she needed. Everything she wanted.

“Let me see you for a minute.” He nodded at her. She stood still, like a statue. But she didn’t look embarrassed or afraid. Maybe it was the way he was staring at her, the heat in his eyes. The need made every cell in his body pulse.

“You like?” she asked him.

“Yes I do. Very much.”

“So touch me.” It wasn’t a beg. Not even a command. The sentence made complete and utter sense. You couldn’t look at perfection without wanting to touch it.

He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. His hand slid down her side until he was cupping her waist. His fingers pressed into the soft skin, feeling the flare of her hips beneath them. Still holding her, he dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to her stomach.

“Oh!”

He looked up to see her head tipped back before he kissed her again, with an open mouth. He licked her skin, tasting her. Imagining what she would taste like when he moved to her core.

“Take your bra off.”

He felt her move her arms to unhook the clasp. The scrap of white fabric fell to the floor. He lifted his head, taking in the way her breasts lifted up from her chest, tipped with perfect pink nipples.

With his hands still spanning her waist, he pushed her back to the bed. Her knees buckled as she sat, her breasts at the perfect height as he kneeled in front of her. He moved his hands up, feathering her ribcage, feeling the soft swell of her skin as he reached her breasts. He moved his thumbs, feeling the peak of her. Hearing her moan as he stroked again and again. He leaned in, inhaling the scent of her, and pressed his lips to her sensitive skin. Her nipple was hard as he pulled it between his lips, sucking and licking until she let out a deep moan. He moved to her other breast, worshipping it in the same way, loving the taste of her, and the way she responded to his touch.

Her legs opened as he leaned in closer still, her bare thighs grazing against his torso. He unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his skin on hers, needing to feel their chests pressed together. As he shucked it off, he leaned forward, pushing her until her back hit the mattress. His chest molded against hers, his lips kissing her lips, and her thighs hooked around his hips as she began rocking against him.

Her hands moved down, in between them, desperately seeking his belt. She tugged at it, missing a couple of times before she finally unclasped it, and pushed the thick metal button of his jeans through the fabric and unzipped him.

He was straining against his boxers, hot and hard as she slid her hand inside his waistband. Her hand circled him, her fingers stroking his overheated erection, her thumb brushing against his swollen tip.

“Let me touch you.” His voice was rough, his breath

as ragged as hers. “I want to make this good for you.” He moved back, her fingers falling from him, before he tugged at her panties until she was bare. It was impossible to move his eyes from her – she was as perfect there as everywhere else. Pale skin covered with scant blonde hair, glistening in the half light.

As soon as his fingers grazed her, she arched her back from the mattress. She was wet and swollen, her nerve endings sending her body into overload whenever he touched her. He could tell she was already on edge – even though he’d barely moved his fingers – and the thought made him throb with need. He rolled his thumb in a circle, and her hips gyrated in the same rhythm, her breath getting shorter and shorter until there was no breath at all. A moment before she reached her peak, he slid his fingers inside, never letting up on the circles with his thumb. He felt her tense, her muscles rigid around him, her body freezing the same way the air stills before a storm. A moment later she convulsed around him, a long drawn out moan escaping from her lips. He pulled his fingers out, his slick hand tugging at his jeans and boxers, pulling them all the way off. She opened her eyes, reaching for him, and he climbed above her, grabbing a condom from the nightstand next to the bed.

“Are you okay?” He tore the foil, hesitating to hear her reaction.

“More than okay.” Her voice was low. Full of need.

“You want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “I never want you to stop.” Her eyes were heavy, her muscles relaxed. “I need you inside me.”

Damn, he needed that too. Like she wouldn’t ever believe. He rolled the condom on and leaned over her, his elbows resting on each side of her, caging her in. She reached for him again, her fingers circling him in tight heat, moving slowly up and down in a way that made him ache with desire. She rubbed his tip against the heat of her core, and his whole body jumped at the sensation. He slid against her, her legs widening to welcome him, her muscles relaxing to engulf his tip.

He closed his eyes, savouring the moment, before slowly pushing the rest of his way inside. She was warm and tight, squeezing at him as he entered. Her breath as short as his with the pleasure of it all. Her thighs pressed into his hips, encouraging in a rhythm they both needed to find, as her palms pressed against his ass cheeks to increase the friction. Her lips sought out his, kissing him fast and hard, her mouth vibrating with tiny moans he swallowed down. Every time he withdrew, the root of him ground against her, coaxing out her pleasure, making her tighter still. She stopped kissing him, her head falling back, her eyes squeezed shut, her nipples hard against his chest as he continued to move. Then she was coming again, pulsing around him, dragging him in until he couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his was beginning. He stilled, closing his own eyes, letting his orgasm crash out of him. His sighs were deep and low as he spilled his release.

When he opened his eyes, still resting on his elbows, she was staring straight at him, her green eyes wide. He inclined his head, brushing his lips across hers, unwilling to move because he didn’t want to pull himself out of her.

“That was…” She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

“It was...”

“So good.”