“Did you write that?” I asked as his fingers slowed. I felt him nod and press a kiss to my bare shoulder. “It was beautiful.”
“I'm glad you liked it,” he said, planting another kiss.
“How do you do this all the time?” I asked, pulling my fingers from the guitar. The pads of my fingers were already turning red just from our short lesson. I wished I had used a guitar pick now.
“Practice,” he said softly, bringing the offended hand up to his mouth and kissing the abused pad of each finger. When he finished kissing, he put my finger in his mouth and sucked, letting his tongue show me the magic his mouth could work.
I turned, taking my hand from him and replacing it with my lips. He tasted sweet and perfect as he teased my lower lip with his tongue.
His hand glided away from the guitar, leaving me to hold it as he slid his hand underneath it and up against my stomach. Emotions rolled through me at the tender touch. Growing right below his unknowing fingers was our child. His child. I still wasn't sure how to tell him, but right now was definitely not the right time.
I carefully set the guitar to the side so I could kiss him better, twisting as I did so. His hand went to my neck and he let out a happy sigh.
“Lay back,” he commanded, his voice gentle but firm. It was easy to lay back as his strong arms guided me down to the floor. I lay on the floor wearing only my bra and soaked with lust panties. My breasts heaved in the bra cups as I lay panting, waiting for more.
James knelt beside me, tenting his pajama pants like a circus tent. I loved looking up and knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He dropped his pants, kicking them to the side so he was naked in all his masculine glory. He was impressive and sexy as hell. If my panties hadn't already been soaked through with desire, just seeing him like that above me would have done it. There wasn't a straight woman in the world who wouldn't have responded the same.
He moved to my feet, gazing up at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. I bit my lip and he grinned his trademarked cocky half-grin. Leaning forward, he kissed the tops of my feet and began working his way up, alternating legs as he kissed. I arched my back, loving the sensation yet fighting to remain still enough for him to continue up my to my knees, up to my thighs...
My legs opened instinctively as he reached my hips. He kissed me through the fabric of my panties, smiling at what he found there. With his eyes glued to mine, he hooked his fingers around the sides of the scrap of fabric covering me and pulled. I lifted my hips and suddenly my panties were gone.
He kissed my belly, laving his tongue against my bellybutton. Butterflies danced through me. Did he know? No, that was silly. I was barely even sure. Still, his lips so close to the life we created sent electricity shooting through every nerve with delight.
His mouth continued his kisses up to my breasts, where he pushed the fabric down and latched onto one with his mouth. Teeth and tongue pulled and played with the pink flesh, teasing it into hardness as his hand searched south. His fingers spread the V at the top of my legs and I started to tremble. Nimble fingers began to strum me like a guitar.
His calloused fingers felt amazing against the swollen and sensitive flesh. The beginnings of a climax crawled up my spine, heavy throb by heavy throb of pleasure, as white hot flames of ecstasy started to ripple across my skin. His every touch released a molten heat that could only be quenched by him.
I barely noticed as he moved his body over mine, my mind so lost to the pleasure building to explosion. He placed the smooth head of his cock right at my entrance and pushed. His cock inside of me, strong and hard as steel but smooth as velvet drove me over the edge. My world dissolved into tiny pieces of light that flickered and shimmered in my mind as he slowly eased into my body against the contractions
of my orgasm.
“Allie,” he whispered reverently. I clung to him, fingers digging into the tight muscles of his back. Any harder and I would draw blood, but I didn't care. I wanted every inch of him as deep inside of me as I could possibly manage.
He took me rough and hard as my body relaxed. He plowed into me, using my body for his pleasure. I loved it, and let him use me to his heart's content. For every stroke of pleasure I gave, I got one in return. Knowing that I was driving him crazy was more than enough to start me on a second climb to orgasm.
Hard and fast, his hips bucked and slammed into my body. I cried out his name, my voice harsh in my own ears with guttural pleasure. My breath came hard and fast. Without warning, he pinned me to him and rolled, putting me on top.
I grinned down at him, loving the way his eyes roved over my body and his pupils dilated at the sight. His hands went to my bra and deftly unfastened it before tossing it to the side. I vaguely heard it thunk against the guitar, but my mind was far from music.
His fingers kneaded into my flesh, grabbing and desperate for more. He pinched at the nipples, making them hard and sending tiny lightning bolts of pleasure shooting down my spine. I concentrated on using my leg muscles to bounce and ride him like a wild stallion.
I knew my dark hair was going wild as he bucked beneath me, thrusting upward and making me cry out with every stroke of pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head and he relaxed back on the floor for a moment as he just enjoyed the sensation of my body pleasuring his. I loved being in control. My billionaire stepbrother was currently at my mercy.
“Allie...” A whisper of warning, of need about to be fulfilled.
“Yes,” I gasped, feeling him starting to swell. “Please...”
I redoubled my efforts and increased my speed. Every muscle I possessed tightened and clenched, urging him to come inside of me. His thrusts became irregular and more urgent as his hands tightened on my hips in a desperate attempt to control me and give him release.
His cock grew within me, almost to the point of pain. I was so close myself, that I just needed a little bit more and I would crash with him. Suddenly, he reached up to my neck and pulled me down closer to him. Black spots started to fill my vision as James roared out my name. My own voice cried out as I followed him into the abyss of pleasure we had created.
My pussy clenched down as I matched him, thrust for thrust. As I felt his seed shoot into me, I practically screamed. I felt my face flush as he continued to pump within me, shooting his load all over my womb. I writhed on top of him, my body frantically trying to suck every cell he had to give me deeper and deeper. Even though I knew in my heart that I was already pregnant, my body ached to create as much life as he could give me.
Slowly, I collapsed down, shaky and spent from the wild ride. James' chest heaved with effort and his muscles shone with sweat. I loved that I had done that to him. I had brought him to ecstasy. We laid like that for a while, breathing hard and writhing against each other a little bit. After a few minutes, I lifted my head and looked in his eyes.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said.