The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1) - Callie Hart Page 0,107
risk fucking losing her…
Fuck, what the hell are you doing to yourself, Moretti? Now’s not the time to be worrying about that stuff. Just kiss the girl. Make her feel good. Make her fucking come.
I take my own advice and shut all thoughts of what could be out of my head as Silver pants on the bed. She looks like something out of a fucking dream, her hair spread out over the new duvet cover. Her eyes are locked onto my hand between her legs. She’s staring at it, as if she’s fascinated by the fact that I’m actually touching her.
“Fuck, Alex. Oh my god, that feels so good.”
She’s already turned on and ready when I begin to pump my fingers inside her. Her pussy’s wetter than wet. I had just my middle finger inside her, but I add my index finger, sweeping them up and toward myself in a beckoning motion, and Silver lets go of my wrist, grabbing hold of the duvet cover instead, fisting it in her hands.
“Shit. Ahh, shit. What…the…hell?”
Her head is rocked back, her eyes closed tight, so I allow myself a smug little smile. If she thinks that feels good, she has no idea what I have planned for her. We both wanted each other so badly back at the cabin that it was pretty much impossible for either of us to hold back. I still really want her now, but I’m going to keep a tight leash on myself this time. I plan on bringing her to the edge of insanity tonight. I’ve already given her a taste of how good it can be between two people if they care about each other. Now, she’s going to get the full experience.
She whimpers, eyes flying open when I remove my hand from between her legs. She watches me, a little stunned as I slide my fingers into my mouth, sucking the slickness of her pussy from them. “Fuck me, Silver. You taste so fucking good. You’re gonna be the death of me.” My voice is rough with need. My dick is urging me to hurry the fuck up, hulk out of my clothes, shred her shirt and her bra from her beautiful body and sink myself inside her, but that’s not how it’s going to go tonight. I take a couple of breaths, waiting for my heart rate to even out, and then I begin to slowly take off my clothes.
Silver watches, transfixed. I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have a girl like her look at me like that. It just doesn’t make any sense. She’s so good. So strong. So innocent in so many ways, and I’m nothing more than the dirt beneath her fucking feet. I shrug out of my shirt and stand there, looming over the bed, looking down at her with ravenous eyes.
Her legs are fucking phenomenal. She arches her spine, taking hold of her shirt and pulling it up over her head, shedding it in a quick movement. I was planning on undressing the rest of her, but I can’t seem to find it in me to stop her as she unhooks her bra and tosses it onto the floor.
I spend a lot of time around strippers, so I’ve seen a lot of naked women. I don’t even really see them anymore; I’ve become desensitized to the sight of so much bare flesh when I’m working at the Rock. It’s not the same with Silver, though. Her tits are fucking amazing—flawlessly proportioned with the rest of her body, the perfect shape, not too big and not too small. Her nipples are a faint blushed pink color, very pale. Her skin is the color of fresh poured cream. I can’t tear my eyes away from the slight rise of her hip bones, and the way the moonlight flooding in through the window plays over her body, casting shadows across the flat plane of her stomach and up her throat.
“Feels like I’m breaking all the rules, having you here like this,” I rumble. I meant for the words to come out light and easy, but they come out hard and coarse; I want her so fucking bad, I just can’t keep the desire from my voice. “I never thought I’d get to see something so beautiful.”
“Alex,” she whispers. “Don’t just look. I want you to touch. I want you to lick. I want you to taste. Please. I need you…”