Free Loving an Ugly Beast by Danielle Monsch Page A

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    His clothing first. After months of dreaming, damned if she was going to wait any longer to see those legs or that fine ass.
    His shirt was only half-buttoned, and she pulled the shirt down his arms. She paused when he was exposed to her once again. She might have seen this before, but this time she could touch, could lick, could suck – and she was going to do all that and more. He was hers.
    Placing her palms on his chest, she memorized the feel of him, her strokes firm enough to not tickle but light enough to keep a teasing edge. His breathing was rapid, gasps and groans, as she finally explored him the way she’d desired for so long.
    She leaned forward, her tongue sliding along the indent in the middle of his stomach. His muscles bunched under her wandering mouth, involuntary jumps that told her how much she was affecting him.
    “Nissa,” he said. He was panting, his breaths short and sharp.
    “Shh, Benton. I’ve wanted to play like this so long. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?” She looked up and locked eyes with him, and with a small smile she hoped was more than a bit devilish, she ran the flat of her tongue over his covered cock.
    Evidently he would deny her, because almost the second she finished he hauled her up and pressed her hard against his body as his mouth attacked hers again.
    She pulled back. “I’m still wearing my blouse. Should I remedy that?”
    His eyes brightened at her words, but he held his body still. “Are you sure? I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
    Nissa caressed his lower lip with the tip of her finger. “If you hadn’t disappeared those weeks ago I’d have already been under you. I’ve waited long enough.” With that she stepped back and in a swift, sure move pulled her top free, leaving her bare.
    Once naked uncertainty slammed into her. He was seeing her in all her glorious imperfection.
    But the reverent light in his eyes soothed away her doubt. “You are perfect,” he said, his hands cupping the slight weight of her breasts. His hands squeezed, the rough palms scraping over her sensitive nipples. Desire clawed through her insides and a breathy moan tore from her throat. “You are so responsive, and you feel so good. I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect.”
    Others might find his eyes frightening, but right now they were the most beloved sight in her world, filled with love, caring, and sincerity as they were, and all of it directed at her. She stretched up to kiss the scars lining his face. He took a half-step back before he stilled and leaned closer, allowing her mouth to ghost over the matrix of scar tissue.
    Her movements were slow and controlled and she didn’t leave a speck of skin unkissed. “Does that mean when I say you’re perfect for me, you won’t argue anymore?”
    The corner of Benton’s mouth tilted up. “We’re two perfect people.”
    “Damned straight.” She bit her bottom lip, rubbing her pelvis against the hard bulge in his pants. “I don’t think anything could be more perfect than that.”

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    “Nissaaa,” he ground out, taking his hands away from the sweet weight of her breasts and using them instead to anchor her hips. “Move like that again and you’ll have a mess.”
    Those damned teeth nibbled at her lip the way he was tempted to do. “I like messy. I thought you knew that about me.”
    He shook his head, not able to match her levity, not when one more brush of her hand would bring him to his knees. “I’m too close.”
    With that, a big grin spread over her face. “Maybe you should let me finish playing and get this first one out of the way.” Her hands reached out to cup his balls and squeeze through the material of his pants, and the reality was far better than any fantasy he’d ever had.
    He rocked into her hand even as he forced the words out. “Don’t want to come without you.”
    Nissa pressed her chest against his, bare skin to bare skin. She leaned down to kiss his chest.