Sizzle and Steam

Chapter 28.5

            As soon as Wrench knocked on the door, Garrett began unbuttoning Alexandria’s dress, kissing the newly exposed flesh until the dress was fully open. He rose and slipped the fabric from her shoulders, drawing his lips across her shoulders and down her arms as the dress fell away. Lexi’s hand fisted in his hair and he moved across to the flat planes of her stomach, licking the skin over her hip bones and below her navel.

Her knees buckled and he held her upright with a hand on her back and the other on her hip. She moaned and he smiled against her skin. He was going to kiss every inch of her before licking and biting nearly as much as he kissed, and then he was going to drink her nectar as she flew to bits under his hands. With those thoughts in mind, he rose and freed her from her bra as he kissed her and led her back to their bed.

He eased her onto it, sliding the bra down her shoulders and then catching the sides of her panties as his hands reached her hips. His mouth flitted over her skin as he went down, skipping her center and moving to her inner thighs as his hands passed them. He kissed a trail from there to the back of her right knee and then down to her ankles, paying special attention to the places that had been bruised.

She still had some faint yellow spots and he kissed them twice before reaching the tops of her feet. While his mouth teased the right, his fingers brushed over the left, barely touching, but enough to torment her with the need for more. He switched to her left leg and did the same to it, only in reverse, and Alexandria was panting by the time his breath ghosted over her sweet cave. She whimpered and he smiled, blowing lightly on her swelling flesh before skipping it again in favor of her breasts.

He kissed a zigzagging path to the left, his hands holding the backs of her thighs as he hovered over her, still fully clothed. His lips brushed over rounded mounds that had never known a man’s touch and the knowledge had Garrett loosening his belt to give his hardened shaft more space. His hands slipped further back to cup her firm cheeks and knead them and his tongue came out to play with her rigid peaks.

Lexi gasped at the fire that shot through her system at his touch and her good hand fisted in his hair as she arched into his mouth. He smiled again but told her, “Nae movin', mah sweit Leannán. Ah dornt want ye hurtin' yerself afair Ah gie tae bevvy yer sweit ambrosia.” (No moving, my sweet Leannán. I don’t want you hurting yourself before I get to drink your sweet ambrosia.)

“Please, am Rígh. I need…I n-n…oh!” Garrett’s mouth moved from her left to her right and his right hand slipped to her core. He touched the waxed skin there and drifted to the small triangle that had been trimmed but left behind. His tongue flicked and teased her left peak as his fingers parted her nether lips for the first time.

Alexandria tried to be still, but her hips leapt at his touch and he chuckled, pulling away from her breast and telling her, “If ye cannae obey, i'll hae tae strap ye doon, loove. Ah willnae hurt ye tae please ye.”

The thought of being immobile to his touch sent her heart rate through the roof and a flush spread over her skin. Garrett took in the sight before him and felt the rush of heat on his fingers. He leaned forward, whispering, “Ah, ye loch th' thooght ay yer guidman havin' his way wi' ye, dae ye noo? 'en Ah shaa dae jist 'at mah sweit,” as his forefinger slipped into her tight cavern and she bucked against his hand. (Ah, you like the thought of your husband having his way with you, do you now. Then I shall do just that my sweet.)

His left hand held her firmly to the bed as his right slid ever so slowly into her. He felt the wall within and stopped. He had believed her, but the presence of her maiden head was reassuring nonetheless. He backed off and slid completely out, slipping another finger in and watching the pleasure dance across her face. His smile couldn’t be helped as her good hand made its way to his shirt and she tried to pull him closer.

He clucked his tongue and withdrew from her completely, causing her eyes to fly open and seek his. He licked his fingers clean, groaning in appreciation and another wave of heat flashed through her system. He chided, “Yoo're nae bein' a guid lassie an' holdin' still fur me. Move yer heed tae th' pillows Loove. Ye main aye min' yer Dom.” (You’re not being a good girl and holding still for me. Move your head to the pillows, Love. You must always mind your Dom.)