Mirage - Alice Tribue Page 0,34

me down in the middle of the room and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Show me.”

“What?” I say on a breath.

“Show me you want it.” The command hits me right in the center of my belly. He has me exactly where he wants me. “Take off your dress.”

I don’t make him wait because, all of a sudden, the fabric that covers my body is restricting, keeping me from exactly what I want most. With no qualms, I pull the dress over my head and let it fall on the floor at my feet.

He inhales a deep breath at the sight of me covered in lacy red lingerie.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it to the ground.

I take in his perfectly sculpted body, muscled arms, six-pack abs, and my mouth goes dry. I knew he was hot, but this is beyond words. Looking back up at him, I smile, reaching around my back to unhook the clasp on my bra. If he’s trying to gauge my readiness, then I need to prove I’m there. I allow the straps to slide down my arms and fall to the ground. My hands find the hem of my panties and I move to slide them down.

“Don’t.”

I stop what I’m doing and lock gazes with him again.

“Come here,” he demands, his tone husky and needy. I tread lightly, closing the distance between us. I come to stop directly in front of him, right between his now open legs. He runs a finger along the hem of my panties, every second that passes teasing me with how slowly he’s moving. “These are pretty, babe,” he tells me, head tilted back so that he can look at me. I wait for him to slide them down my legs, but I let out a stunned cry when I hear the fabric being ripped from my body. In one motion, he pulls onto his lap, so I’m straddling him as his hands palm my ass and his lips take mine again.

Shit, that feels good

I move my hips against him, signaling that I want more. I can feel that he wants it, too. I squeal with a giggle when Nathan flips me over and I land on the bed with a thud.

“Dangerous game you’re playing, baby.”

“It’s not a game,” I tell him, threading my fingers through his thick hair and pulling him down to me. His lips begin a heated trail down my body stopping at my breasts. He takes one in his mouth, using his tongue to torture and tease my erect nipple. Once he’s had his fill, he moves on to the next, driving me crazy with his mouth. He releases my breast with a pop, wasting no time in resuming his journey south. His hands travel down too, stopping only when they land on my knees where he takes the opportunity to spread my legs. An involuntary whimper escapes from my mouth as I watch him watching me.

“You have a pretty pussy, baby,” he says kissing me softly there. My head falls back onto the mattress, and I find myself writhing against his tongue that’s now running up and down my folds.

“Nathan,” I murmur, wanting him to give me more. “Please.”

I’m pushed down further into the mattress by his hands on my hips, holding me in place so that I can’t control any of my own movements. I’m at his mercy now, and as frustrating as that is, I know that he’ll take care of me. I trust that. His short strokes begin to quicken, increasing in pressure. I cry out again, every moment that passes causing the sensation to become more intense. Nathan knows exactly what he’s doing to me; every touch is intentional, and I love it. When he places all his focus on my sensitive clit, I go wild. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, sent right over the edge by this man.

Everything around me is unfocused, but I can sense movement, hear the distinct tearing of a condom wrapper, and feel the bed depress again. When my brain finally catches up, Nathan is hovering above me. He brushes the stray strands of hair out of my face and places a kiss on my forehead. I can feel his cock pressed against my entrance, and I flush at the thought of him there.

“You okay?” he questions with a slight grin.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go.”

Something flashes