Page 73 of Beautiful Monster

“Fuck, Sunny. Oh, god. I’m…” His groan stretches, the veins of his neck bulging as he tenses.

Then, without warning, he bursts up and pulls his cock from my mouth. I watch with awe as he strokes it quickly until the white ropes of cum land on his T-shirt.

My hands rest on his knees as I stare at his face in the throes of ecstasy. I want to kiss him so bad it hurts. I want to climb into his lap and take his mouth like he did the night of my birthday. I want to be alone with him in that intimacy again, where nothing else existed but us.

With a long exhale, he melts back into the couch and stares at me through hooded lashes. His eyes dance slowly between me and the beautiful face painted behind me.

There’s a buzz of electricity between us and I feel like if I’m not near him, I’ll die. So, I climb onto his lap, and I grab his face with my hands.

Leaning forward, my lips hover close to his as we stare into each other’s eyes. It’s a dare. A moment of tension as we wait for the other to cross this line. This arbitrary, stupid, pointless line.

His eyes dance down to my lips and back up to my eyes.

“I want you so bad, it hurts,” he whispers.

“So, take me.”

“I’m scared.” His voice is so small, so full of fear and vulnerability. It makes my chest ache. “Do you know what happens to the girls that I fuck? I want them until I get them. Then, I forget about them. I can’t take that chance with you.”

My eyes close with a wince as I rest my forehead against his. “It’ll be different with us, I promise. You won’t ruin me. You won’t forget about me. I trust you, Alex.”

His lips brush mine, and I clutch his hair in my fist, trying to pull him close enough to feel his tongue on mine. “You’re the most precious thing in the world to me, my sweet rain cloud. I haven’t cared about anything in so long, and I care about you so much. If I lose that…”

“You won’t lose me. You will never lose me, Alex.”

His lips crash against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, and for a moment I’m lost in this sensation of Alexander. His smell, his taste, his breath.

Pressing my tongue through the space between his lips, I groan, nipping at his mouth. It becomes a battle of tasting each other, a sudden ability to feel the things we’ve been so desperate to feel for months.

I let out a shriek when his hands reach behind my thighs, and he manages to stand from the couch with me wrapped around him. We stay that way, glued together by passion as he walks me all the way inside the main house and up the stairs to his room. My arms are around him so tightly, I worry I’m choking him. My thighs are clenched around his hips, and my core grows moist and needy as I try to rub it against him indecently.

When we reach his bed, he drops me down, crawling over me and filling the space between my legs while I fumble with his pants. My heart is hammering in my chest as he lifts the hem of my shirt, exposing my breasts.

“I can’t stop, rain cloud,” he groans.

“Then don’t.”

“I just fucking came and I want to come again. Look what you do to me.”

When his mouth closes over the pink bud, I let out a soft moan. I had no idea it would feel so good. That his lips on my nipples would send such a jolt of pleasure to my core. But suddenly, I feel a frantic need to have him inside me.

I rip his cum-stained shirt over his head. It takes me a moment to get his pants unbuttoned, and I have to use my toes to shimmy them off his body. When they finally drop to the floor, I see the hardness peeking out of the top of his boxer briefs for me, and I reach for it, anxious to hold it again.

As my hand encircles the hard shaft, he nips at the skin of my breast and moans.

“Stop me, Sunny,” he whispers.

“No,” I answer honestly. I’m done pretending that we don’t want each other, that his body isn’t all I crave.

He answers with soft kisses up my chest to my neck, my earlobe, and then to my lips. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me,” I answer, and he thrusts forward again.

Moving the fabric of my underwear to the side, his fingers find my folds and dip inside, pressing his palm against my clit. A loud gasp escapes my lips. As he presses in a second finger, my back arches, and I pump my hand faster around his dick.

“Promise me you want this, Sunny.” The strain in his voice both breaks my heart and turns me on. With his fingers still buried to the knuckles. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. I wait for his eyes to find mine before answering.

With his lips against mine, I try to kiss him with every ounce of need in my body.