Bed of Thornes (Bed of Thornes Trilogy Book 1) by Angel L. Woodz Page A
Authors: Angel L. Woodz
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the loops and hang it freely around my neck. I grab the bottom of his shirt and slide it up over his head, throwing it to the chair. His chest is exposed to me, his breathing heavy. I reach down and unbutton his pants, pull them down and he steps out of them while removing his shoes at the same time.
We stand there looking at one another, him in his boxers, me in my thongs and stilettos. I go over to my purse, pull my phone out and turn on some music. Sounds of R&B float through the air. I set the phone on the bench in front of the bed and see that Adrian's looking at me with intensity. I bite my lip and slowly approach him. He looks so good standing there in the glimpse of light coming through the window, highlighting his abs and part of his chest, his jaw and eyes streaked with dim lighting. The sight of him makes me flush, my insides aching, needing his touch.
I decide to myself, before I make it back to him, that I'm going to go easy on him this time. I know he's worried about how well he can please me, though I have no doubt in my mind he can handle just that. I step up to him and take his hand, placing it on my chest, bringing it over my breast to cup it and massage it in his palm. His touch excites me and awakens every sense.
I look him in the eyes, "Relax." I say softly.
I take the belt from around my neck and fold it in half, holding it in one hand. I lead him over to the bed and step in front of him. I pull my thongs down to take them off before kneeling myself onto the mattress, sitting in an upright position with nothing but my stilettos on. I reach behind myself to grab onto him and pull him closer. He bends into my grasp and starts kissing my neck and licking around my ear. His hands reach around me, leading from my waist up to my breasts. I arch my back in pleasure and let out a soft moan. My hand makes its way up to his hair, caressing every inch. I get a handful of his soft short curls, pulling toward me slightly, making his kisses blend into me.
I lean forward and turn my body to face his. Placing my hands on his stomach, tracing his muscles down to his waist, and slide them down to remove his boxers. My first real look at his cock, and I am captured for a moment by the victory of finally revealing what I have only imagined up until this point. I bask for a short minute, and wrap my hand around the thick shaft. The color of it matching his caramel tone skin, smooth and formed beautifully. The veins start to show more with my touch, as it becomes harder, extending in length. The head is of delightful size and shape. I admire every detail before leaning forward to taste it.
His eyes meet mine as I look up at him while leaning in to place my lips on his erection. He's biting on his lip, making me want to fuck the shit out of him. I kiss the head of his rock hard dick, licking and sucking on it as I go. Wrapping my lips around it, I move down the shaft, using my tongue to swirl around it with each motion. I feel him tighten and grow as I taste him. Not wanting him to blow his load just yet, I pull back and sit upright. The belt in my hand has left an imprint in my palm where I've been clenching it.
I lay back in front of him, spreading my legs wide and telling him to come here with the curl of my finger. He kneels onto the bed and hovers over me. I bite my lip, looking into his eyes.
"Any limits?" I ask.
The look on his face is priceless, I can see that he wasn't prepared to list anything he isn't okay with. I can't help but smile and let out a chuckle. There is what may be the look of fear in his eyes. I haven't even done anything yet, I can't imagine what he'll think when we really get into the swing of things. I pull the belt in between us, bringing it to the space between our faces. The smell of leather heightens my adrenaline, making my blood rush. He looks down at the belt and back at me.
"What do you plan to do with that?" His question is adorable.
"I want to use it on you, but I don't know if
We stand there looking at one another, him in his boxers, me in my thongs and stilettos. I go over to my purse, pull my phone out and turn on some music. Sounds of R&B float through the air. I set the phone on the bench in front of the bed and see that Adrian's looking at me with intensity. I bite my lip and slowly approach him. He looks so good standing there in the glimpse of light coming through the window, highlighting his abs and part of his chest, his jaw and eyes streaked with dim lighting. The sight of him makes me flush, my insides aching, needing his touch.
I decide to myself, before I make it back to him, that I'm going to go easy on him this time. I know he's worried about how well he can please me, though I have no doubt in my mind he can handle just that. I step up to him and take his hand, placing it on my chest, bringing it over my breast to cup it and massage it in his palm. His touch excites me and awakens every sense.
I look him in the eyes, "Relax." I say softly.
I take the belt from around my neck and fold it in half, holding it in one hand. I lead him over to the bed and step in front of him. I pull my thongs down to take them off before kneeling myself onto the mattress, sitting in an upright position with nothing but my stilettos on. I reach behind myself to grab onto him and pull him closer. He bends into my grasp and starts kissing my neck and licking around my ear. His hands reach around me, leading from my waist up to my breasts. I arch my back in pleasure and let out a soft moan. My hand makes its way up to his hair, caressing every inch. I get a handful of his soft short curls, pulling toward me slightly, making his kisses blend into me.
I lean forward and turn my body to face his. Placing my hands on his stomach, tracing his muscles down to his waist, and slide them down to remove his boxers. My first real look at his cock, and I am captured for a moment by the victory of finally revealing what I have only imagined up until this point. I bask for a short minute, and wrap my hand around the thick shaft. The color of it matching his caramel tone skin, smooth and formed beautifully. The veins start to show more with my touch, as it becomes harder, extending in length. The head is of delightful size and shape. I admire every detail before leaning forward to taste it.
His eyes meet mine as I look up at him while leaning in to place my lips on his erection. He's biting on his lip, making me want to fuck the shit out of him. I kiss the head of his rock hard dick, licking and sucking on it as I go. Wrapping my lips around it, I move down the shaft, using my tongue to swirl around it with each motion. I feel him tighten and grow as I taste him. Not wanting him to blow his load just yet, I pull back and sit upright. The belt in my hand has left an imprint in my palm where I've been clenching it.
I lay back in front of him, spreading my legs wide and telling him to come here with the curl of my finger. He kneels onto the bed and hovers over me. I bite my lip, looking into his eyes.
"Any limits?" I ask.
The look on his face is priceless, I can see that he wasn't prepared to list anything he isn't okay with. I can't help but smile and let out a chuckle. There is what may be the look of fear in his eyes. I haven't even done anything yet, I can't imagine what he'll think when we really get into the swing of things. I pull the belt in between us, bringing it to the space between our faces. The smell of leather heightens my adrenaline, making my blood rush. He looks down at the belt and back at me.
"What do you plan to do with that?" His question is adorable.
"I want to use it on you, but I don't know if
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