The Alpha’s Desire 1(17)
“Tell me to stop,” he offered, nearing breathless himself.
“No. I don’t want you to,” I countered.
Pulling me forward, he yanked off my thin sweater then, with one swift tug from the back. His fingers hooked into the straps of my dress and lowered them down my arms until my bra-covered chest released from the material. He sucked in air as my chest, which had been somewhat restricted by the tight dress, released. Seeing him lick his lips this time, I used one hand to unhook the front-closure of my bra. My breasts released more, to their full size now. The weight of them increased the pressure over my chest, which currently heaved with a mixture of excitement and nerves.
“Perfect,” he breathed. “You are absolutely perfect. Better than I could have imagined, or did try to imagine if I’m being honest, looking at you at the club. Your curves, they do something to me. Pardon my saying so, but I’m hard just looking at you.”
“No pardon needed. No one has ever said such kind words to me before.”
“No one has ever told you how beautiful you are?” He almost growled, a tightness taking over his face.
“Sure, in lame pick-up line ways they hoped would get them laid, but nothing I could actually believe,” I admitted. “I hope I’m right, now, in reading you, because I believe what you are saying. You actually find me beautiful.”
“Beautiful doesn’t cut it. You are breath-taking, gorgeous, perfect, in my eyes. I can’t stop staring. My fingers ache to touch you, to take your breasts in my mouth and suck on your pinkish buds.”
I shook my head for lack of words. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I let them, didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him. His lips thinned, then frowned. He took his thumbs and wiped away the slight mist over my bottom eyelashes.
“I don’t want to see you cry again.”
“Again? When have you seen me cry before?” I questioned, perplexed. Oddly, I did feel as if I already knew him.
“I haven’t,” he countered with a strain of defensive anger deepening his voice. “I just meant not again, after this moment.”
“They’re happy tears. I can make no promises if you keep talking like that,” I mused.
“Fair enough. I can’t stop singing your praises. I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“You? Listen, I need to be honest with you. While I’m not a virgin, I’ve never been with a guy that actually cared about me, treasured me. I’ve never had a real relationship before. Not that I’m saying that is where this night is going, no pressure, but the fact remains, no one has ever treated me like this,” I admitted, and oddly the words left no acidic burn in my stomach to admit.
“Then you are long overdue,” he stated. “May I?”
His hands open, hovering over my chest, I simply nodded my consent. My skin begged for his touch. I don’t think I would’ve had the ability to say no if my life had depended upon it. Again, at first, he ran his fingertips over my flesh, getting to know my full breasts that hung heavy now with need. He toyed with my nipples, making me moan, making me pulse between my thighs.
He started to rub my nipples in between his thumbs and first fingers. I squirmed as I threw my head back. When his mouth took to lightly kissing my flesh, taking his time to cover every inch of each breast, my legs fell open, not in invitation but in a scream of desire, of wanton need. He noticed, his eyes opening from the sound of my legs moving against the couch.
One hand fell to between my thighs, pulling up the material of my skirt until his hand cupped my mound. As he took to sucking on my nipples, hard with little nibbles and then licks to sooth, his fingers fell to my wet folds. I knew he could feel the moisture that soaked my panties, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him, that everything and probably anything tonight would be okay.
The second his hands and lips left my body, though, my eyes opened wide in horror.
“Don’t look at me that way. I’m going nowhere. I want you, all of you if that is okay,” he said as he stood to loom over me.
“Take all of me, then,” I offered without hesitation.