Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(160)
“Take your clothes off.”
Without missing a beat, she hitched her dress up and over her head. She unfastened her bra quickly and threw it to the ground. The kitchen was cool, and she had goose pimples over her bare breasts. Her nipples were fully erect.
Once again, she was displayed naked in front of him, exposed and vulnerable, whilst he was fully clothed.
“You’re so beautiful,” Thomas said.
His hands were moving faster, making another orgasm imminent. Sasha couldn’t believe how close she was already. The noises coming from her throat were beyond her control. She felt like she’d lost all ability to steer her own behavior, and that she was now at the mercy of Thomas.
He leaned down slowly and ran his tongue across her nipple. It was enough to push her over the edge again.
Sasha screamed out this time. Her third orgasm of the day took her to a place she’d never been before, a place of complete abandon.
“Fuck!” she gasped, as her body spasmed with pleasure.
She slumped forward into him, unable to hold herself up any longer. He moved his fingers in time with her throbbing orgasm, making sure it lasted as long as possible, making sure he made use of every spasm of desire.
She sighed as it began to disappear. She was completely exhausted, spent. She felt him slide his fingers out from inside her. He pressed his lips against her neck, where the hair clung with sweat.
“Let me take you upstairs,” he said.
She nodded, unable to speak, feeling almost drugged with pleasure.
Thomas slung his arms around her ass and pulled her into him. Her legs clung on, and her head nuzzled into his neck, as he carried her up the staircase and into the master bedroom.
He lay her gently on the silky sheets of his bed. She was dazed from her orgasms, but aware of how dark it was.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” Thomas said.
Sasha reached up. “I want to see you naked.”
He paused. Sasha noticed a shift in his mood.
“Let’s finish what we started earlier,” he replied. “Turn over.”
Sasha sat up, her orgasm-induced confusion melting away. “I don’t want to do it from behind,” she said. “I want to see your face when you come.”
“Fine,” Thomas said, unzipping his fly. He reached for a condom, but Sasha stopped him before he got there.
“Something’s wrong,” she said.
“Nothing’s wrong. We’re doing it your way; you should be happy.”
“But you’re leaving your suit on?”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m kinky. It’s what I like.”
Sasha searched his eyes. “No. It’s not what you like. It’s something else.” She could read something in his expression, something minute but enormously telling.
Thomas sighed and let his hand drop. He sat back on his haunches and wiped a hand through his hair. “Why are you demanding this? I’ve given you two amazing orgasms and now you won’t do it how I want to?”
“Because I can tell it’s not really how you want to do it.”
“How? How are you an expert on my needs already?”
“Call it woman’s intuition,” she said. Then she added with a shrug, “Or take a leap of faith.”
On hearing his own words echoed back at him, Thomas slumped onto the bed beside her. There was a deeply troubled look in his eyes.
Sasha touched his chest lightly with her fingers. “You can talk to me.”
He breathed slowly for a long time. Then at last he spoke. “I don’t like to…be naked.”
“Why?”
“Please, Sasha,” he said, abruptly. “Don’t force this issue. I’ve already told you more than I’ve ever told anyone.”
Sasha maneuvered his face so that he was looking at her. “Don’t you remember telling me you wanted me to know about you, the real you, in your own words? Well, here’s your chance.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t. I already promised you I wasn’t going anywhere.”
Thomas regarded her a moment more. “I was in an accident,” he said, finally. “Many years ago.”
Sasha rested a hand on his arm. “What kind of accident?”
“A fire. Me and Olivia…sorry, Crystal. She got the emotional scars; I got the physical ones.” He turned grief-stricken eyes to her. “We lost our parents in that fire.”
“I’m so sorry,” Sasha said. “I had no idea. How old were you?”
“Seventeen.”
“You mean…no one’s seen you naked since you were seventeen?”
“No one’s seen me naked full stop. I hadn’t been with anyone before it happened.” He looked down into his lap. “Then I got famous, and I could do whatever weird shit I wanted. Sex in cupboards—no one’s taking their clothes off in that situation. An eager crew member giving me head on set—no need to strip. There were a few liaisons, like the one we had, where I fucked a woman with my suit on.”