Chapter 50: What a Man. (4)
[AN: Music Recommendation: El Mar by Hermanos Gutiérrez. Repeated/ Continued.]
The light material of Nova’s blue dress slid down her body, exposing her bra to him, then lowering past her stomach, belly button and the top of her thong. Yoa’s hands moved to help remove the dress down her legs as she lifted up slightly. He tossed the dress aside as his eyes roamed over her body.
Everywhere Yoa looked, it was like his lips were on her again, spreading warmth along her skin, under her flesh and deep into her core. His gaze fell on the thong again, and his head lowered, eyes darkening, lips twitching into a smirk as he brought his teeth to the material and tugged playfully.
A low giggle escaped Nova, and then a gasp followed as she felt the heat of his face so close to her private parts now, his breath brushing along her skin. This time, she did squirm a little, lips parting on shallow breaths as he held her gaze, resting his cheek on the top of her thigh, his long eyelashes tickling her already sensitive skin.
His hand glided from her foot along the front of her leg, skimming over her knee and down the inside of her thigh, his eyes still watching her intensely. Nova’s breath hitched, and her leg tensed slightly, sensitive to his tender touch. Yoa smirked, joy and wonder lighting up those golden eyes. His hand caressed up and down the inside of her thigh as he brought his lips down and started leaving featherlight kisses atop her leg, moving slowly.
Nova trembled beneath his touch, struggling to stay still and fighting the urge to buck her hips or tense her body. She could already feel her breasts swelling against the too-tight confines of her bra. The fabric clung uncomfortably, her nipples already stiff and aching for his attention.
She brought her hand behind her back again and pinged open the clasp, holding the bra to her skin. She sighed at the feeling of freeing them. Usually, she’d get a breather from her bra each night once she returned home from work and was in her PJs. It had remained on for days, and the underwire had been rubbing into her skin. The heat didn’t help either.
Yoa paused mid-kiss, his lips still pressed to her skin, eyes travelling upward as she pulled away the fabric covering her breasts. His mouth dried instantly as more of her delicate, delicious form was revealed. Driven by instinct and a growing hunger to devour every inch of her, he climbed over her, his lips never leaving her skin. He trailed kisses and slow strokes of his tongue up her body, leaving a warm, wet path that made her shiver beneath him.
His hand moved between her legs, stroking along the fabric. His eyes became hazy as her growing arousal made him intoxicated and canines sharpen. But he would take this slow. He needed Nova ready for him. That much he knew.