Perfectly Imperfect by Harper Sloan
"Don't you dare take your eyes off that mirror. Do you understand?"
I watch his lips move against my neck, my eyes moving from the erotic image up to his eyes, burning brightly, daring me to look away. I nod, but gasp only seconds later when the hands he had resting on my hips come up and start to unbutton my vest.
"This, this is so sexy. When I saw you earlier, all I could think about was what it would look like if you had just this on. The way your breasts would be on display for me to feast on. And I would feast until you were begging me, Willow. You would tell me how much you want me to move my mouth down your body as I pop each of these buttons open."
His words end when he pulls the last of the three buttons open; he drags the garment from my body and drops it to the ground. His hands come up and cup each of my full and aching breasts.
"And then I turn those pleas into prayers when I deny you what you want until you're as desperate for my touch as I am for yours." He presses his hips into my back, his erection thick and heavy against me. "Only once I had you at the very edge would I dig my fingers in these hips I've been dreaming about and turn my mouth to the rest of you. I've been dreaming about having your thighs hugging my head for months, Willow. Months of wondering what you'll taste like, how you're going to scream my name when you come against my tongue, how you're going to cry and plead for me to fill you."
I gasp when his hands move from my hips and around to the button of my jeans. My eyes widen--not in fear or from nerves, but in anticipation. He laughs a wicked one full of promise, leaves my jeans, and before I can think of protesting, he pulls my shirt up and over my head, leaving me standing there in a barely-there black lace bra.
"Fuck me," he rasps. "Beautiful."
"Touch me," I whisper huskily. Every word he's spoken has created a web of confidence that wraps around me.
"I will."
"Yes," I pant.
"No." His word is definite, but before I can let disappointment consume me, he does instead.
His deft fingers work quickly to snap the button and pull the zipper down, and then I feel his hand press into my jeans, cupping my core and rocking his hand against the wet material of my lace panties.
"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" he asks, his eyes half-mast and full of lust. The hand not currently wreaking havoc to my senses moves from my hips and he cups my heavy breast, his thumb and finger pinching my erect nipple through the material of my bra. "Do you feel how badly I want you?" he questions, rocking against my body.
I nod and my head falls back to his shoulder, watching him through the mirror as his lip goes between his teeth, then I feel his own moan vibrating against my back.
"You're stunning, Willow, but when I see you like ... fuck." His breath comes out in a harsh hiss, and I shudder against his hold. "When I look at you, I see a woman who could bring me to my knees in a second, but like this, you have me begging to stay there."
I moan shamelessly when he slips my panties to the side and one long finger pushes into my heat, curling and pushing against the tight walls inside me. A rush of wetness follows when his thumb presses and rolls against my clit, and I cry out as the coil inside me wraps so tightly its pleasure is consuming every inch of my body. I'm so close to shattering into a million blissful pieces that my trembling body would fall to the floor if he weren't holding me captive against his strong hold.
My eyes start to grow heavy and his protest rumbles against my back, the noise coming from deep within him. "Don't you dare close your eyes, Willow. See what I see. Watch your body responding to my touch. See how beautiful you are to me."
He adds another finger, pressing them both deep into my body, stretching while he thrusts them in time with the hips rocking against my back. His free hand comes up and presses just under my stomach. I tense for just a second, but that second was all he needed. He makes a noise of protest before those wicked fingers plunge in deep, the hand against me pulling me tightly to his body.
"Every sinful curve on your body makes my mouth water. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you, tasting and biting until you have no doubt that what makes you tense with apprehension makes my cock hard to the point of insanity. Your body is meant for mine, and there is no place in your mind for you to doubt that."
"Please," I plead, not even sure what I'm asking him.
His eyes fire and his hand travels up my stomach; the rough pads of his fingers against my soft skin until his fingers hook the cup of my bra and pull it down, freeing my breast to his eyes and touch. Seconds later, his groan of satisfaction is filling the air as one hand pinches and teases my nipple while his fingers continue to build me up on a crest of pleasure.
"Kane." I gasp his name, my hand coming up to hold his wrist. He gives me a hard look assuming I'm going to pull him back, but I press against his arm and push him deeper into my body, finally losing the ability to hold myself up when he hits that spot deep inside me that has me crying out. This time his name isn't a soft gasp of air, but a loud burst of noise that matches the power firing through my body.
I come, my wetness soaking his hand, and I watch, unable to look away, as he closes his eyes and lets out a moan of his own. His fingers continue to move and the waves upon waves of ecstasy rush over me until my lungs are straining for air.
When the last stream of pleasure leaves my body, his eyes burn into mine, and he tells me again in a command that leaves no room for bending, "Watch."
His fingers give one more thrust before he pulls them from my heat. I watch with wide eyes as he brings them up and closes his lips around them. His eyes close and his moan is loud and sure.
"Fucking delicious," he grinds out in a thick voice after licking the last of me off himself.
MY CHEST IS BURNING. EACH puff of air expelled is sucked back just as rapidly as I watch Kane's eyes fire to a brilliant hue of the brightest blue. His lids, heavy with arousal, make his expression one of pure indulgence.
I pull my eyes from his and look into my own reflected in front of me in the mirror. My pants hang open, one hip completely exposed, and the denim loose around my waist. I can see just a hint of my black panties, but they're roughly shifted so that my bare sex is more uncovered than not. My eyes roam the rest of my body; bra still pushed under one of my breasts, my nipple still hard from his touch. My skin is a pale pink from the treatment of his firm hands.
Kane doesn't speak and neither do I. I flit my eyes to his long enough to see him assessing me as I evaluate my body. When I look back at my own eyes, I don't see any of the nerves or the apprehension I would normally feel standing almost naked and completely exposed. The way he's expressed his desire for me has left no doubt in my mind of his genuine nature.
I see, through his words, what I've never before been able to see. Even with Kirby and Eddie always by my side while I worked hard to better myself through therapy and working out, I haven't been able to see the change until Kane opened my eyes. I see a woman who pushed herself to the point of starvation for months because I never thought this body was enough. I mentally battled with what I believed was wrong and what I'm not seeing, through his words and actions, as beauty.
I feel beautiful.
I look beautiful.
I didn't even realize it, but in just the last week, I've let go of almost every one of those negative habits. I eat normally. I don't exercise myself to the brink of exhaustion, and I actually feel as if I could love the skin that I'm in.
My body, flush from his ministrations, has captured this man, and with his words, I see something I had never realized before. Where I've seen areas I hated, he's seen ones that entice. I didn't think that was possible--for what I now see as well-placed curves to seduce a man such as Kane.
A smile curves my lips, and I turn to Kane, his hungry gaze watching me. Waiting for me to make the next move, testing the waters with his silence to see how I'll receive his words.
The old Willow, the one who let fear and insecurities rule her world, would have bro
Reaching out, I place my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart. He doesn't move, his eyes inviting me as they lure me. I take the step needed to bring me close enough so I can feel his warmth again. My hand on his chest slowly presses against his body as I trail south.
Keeping our eyes connected as my hand travels the length of his torso, I let the thrill of excitement fill my system when his jaw ticks and his head rolls back, and I finally lose sight of those cerulean orbs.
My other hand joins the seduction, and I wrap my fingers in the hem of his shirt, bringing it up and over his body. He lifts his arms and helps me remove the material, and when they fall back down, he places them on either side of my hips. His fingers dig in and a noise of pleasure echoes from his chest, tickling my breasts as they crush against his body.
"You're awfully quiet for a man who had so much to say a few minutes ago," I purr, the sultry sound of my voice making me want to high five myself. Way to go, Willow.
He pulls his lips in and rolls them together, his expression betraying the control he's exhibiting. Witnessing what my touch does to him encourages me to continue. The way he pulled me to his body placed my hands against his chest and I use that as leverage to push myself away.
"Willow," he bites out with a harsh breath, his eyes flashing with what looks like panic. Panic?
I quicken my pace, not only to reassure him, but also because I would be lying if I didn't admit I'm slightly worried my newfound confidence is going to vanish at any second.
Reaching behind my body, I unhook my bra and pull it from my body. His fingers flex against my hips, his strength almost to a point of pain, but the touch showing me just how close he is to losing his control. He looks down, seeing my naked chest fully for the first time, and his tongue comes out to lick his lips.
There is no way his reaction isn't honest. Talented actor or not, you can't fake a body's response like this.
My hands come back to his fevered tan skin, just above his pecs. I dig my fingers in, massaging up to his neck, and finally lace my fingers through the soft hair just past due for a cut at his nape.
Our eyes communicate our combined need for each other, and with our bare torsos pressed together, I lean up while pushing against his neck and bringing him toward my lips to kiss him with the consuming hunger I feel.
Our moans meet in a powerful rush. His hands move from my hips, inside my undone pants and down around to my ass. His fingers dig in roughly and grab hold as he thrusts his hips against me. It only takes seconds before the sounds of our excitement drown out the wet sounds of our kiss.
"I need to feel you, Willow." He pulls away from my lips and presses his forehead against mine. "I will never take more than you can give me, but I'm ready to beg if that's what it takes for you to let me feel the body I crave against mine."
I feel the unforgiving hardness of each coiled muscle in his body pressing against the softness of my own. He forces my body even closer as he flexes his hips and thrusts against me. For a small second, I'm slightly nervous again, until I see just how tense his desire, for me, is making him. His whole body locked while his eyes plead with me.
"Trust me, God, trust me. Feel how much I want you."
His hips rock again, the hard bulge of his erection hitting my stomach. My mind wanders, wondering what he feels when all his hard meets my soft. My breasts jiggle as my breathing speeds up. That panic I had been worried about slapping me in the face.
Can I do this? Can I allow myself to be stripped bare not just physically, but emotionally for this man? Let him see me completely? More importantly, do I trust myself and the fragile strength I've just gained? Am I ready to really, truly let him all the way in?
He holds his silence, but his hands tense against my butt, and I feel his heart speed up.
It's as if he's just as nervous that I'll say no as I am that I'll say yes.
His vulnerability meeting my own, and in a rush of clarity, it washes me clean when I see just how much my answer means to him.
Stepping back and dropping my eyes, I hear his sigh when he assumes I'm denying his request. I take one more step away from him before looking back up and locking my eyes with his. His brow, slightly furrowed, questions my movements.
But when I lift my hands and pull my jeans and panties down in one fluid movement, I hear his rushed expletive seconds before my feet are freed and then he's right there. His hands grab my hips, roughly digging in and lifting me effortlessly up his body. I gasp, my hands coming out and grabbing his shoulders frantic to take the weight of my body from his strain. Only, he isn't straining because of his hold ... I can see it in his eyes that he's struggling because his control has snapped, and he's lost in a battle of need.
Need for me.
"Thank Christ," he growls and crushes his mouth to mine.
I meet the powerful desire the roughness of his touch brings and open my mouth to kiss him deeply. My legs wrap around his hips, and when his erection nestles against my bare sex, my whole body jolts in pleasure.
We're a mixture of harsh breathing and the dominating want we share for each other. His body moves, and I feel myself lowered until the softness of his bed is at my back. His mouth doesn't leave mine, but his hands release me from their hold. I feel them come between our bodies and his knuckles brush over my wetness as he starts to remove his pants. I want so badly to pull away so I can witness this, but when he rumbles out a deep moan, I swallow it and press my lips harder against his. We continue to kiss as he kicks off his pants and then his hands are on my hips, lifting my body and shifting me back further onto the bed.
Only when he seems satisfied with our movements does he allow his hips to fall between my open legs and I feel every hot inch of him on top of me. When his length settles against the wetness between my legs, I feel him start to rock and our moans grow as his dick hits my oversensitive clit.
"Willow," he gasps when I feel another rush of wetness between my legs. Lifting my hips and pulling my thighs to the side, I open myself for him to slide against, hugging his steel like flesh as he quickens his pace.
My need for him, to have him fill me, hits so violently that I feel as if I'm on the verge of breaking down in tears.
He studies my expression, not once slowing down his thrusts against my body. He's not penetrating, but rather creating a burn in which I feel I'll forever be scarred from. We continue to watch each other, neither of us in a hurry, but at the same time, our need to take this further is consuming us to the point of insanity.
"I need you," I beg on a sob. "I feel like I'm going mad if I don't, Kane. What are you doing to me?" My words hitch when he presses himself more firmly against me. The tip of him causing sparks of ecstasy to zap from my center and all over my body. Tingles firing from every direction until I'm overcome with a demand to make him understand what I need. My hand reaches down and wraps around his thickness, trying desperately to feel more of him and not to lose the feelings he's bringing out in me.
"It's never felt like this for me, Willow. I have to know you won't regret this. I have to know you understand I want more from you than just a rushed fuck. I want it all. Tonight, tonight is about you, baby."
I whimper when he lifts his hips and I lose my hold on him. His hands reach up to grab my wrists, and he pulls my hands over my head. Holding me captive as he settles back in to rock against my slickness. His eyes lock on mine as he moves.
We aren't even having sex, and I feel as if we're making love at this moment. He's building me up and showing me that my needs are more important than his own are. By denying himself, he's proving he doesn't just want me as an easy lay. True to his words--his vow--he's making me understand his need is for more than my body.
My legs wrap around and tighten, bringing his friction against me to a fever pitch just before I tip over and come
His steady movements falter as my gaze comes back to his, those eyes of his so bright and open as he tenses against me and I feel a rush of heat burst from him as he comes on my stomach.
I've never felt so close to someone as I do at this moment. The honest intimacy we just shared was more powerful than words could have ever expressed. He's managed to break down every wall, insecurity, and doubt I've ever had in myself in such a short time; there's no doubt in my mind that this man is worth the trust he asks of me. The way he makes me feel, only a promise of what could be, reassures me that I have the strength I need to give myself completely to him. I give him a wobbly smile, and through the blur of tears filling my eyes, I watch his handsome face transform with the knowledge that I've handed myself over to him.
"Thank you," he breathes, his mouth peppering the lightest of kisses against my temples. As the tears spill over my lids, he takes my tears of acceptance on his lips before licking his tongue over them.
"For what?" I utter.
"For giving me your trust. I'm not letting you go now, Willow. I'm not making cheap promises. I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure you never doubt that."
His lips take mine, and after a heated kiss, he lifts from my body and walks into the bathroom. I hesitate for just a second as old insecurities try to knock back in, but then I remember the way he looked at me and I settle my tense muscles to relax against the bed. When he walks back from the bathroom, towel in hand and not even attempting to cover his body from my eyes, I give in to my urge to ogle him.
Every golden, hard, and toned inch of Kane Masters.
He lets out a low chuckle as my eyes widen when I see his hard and heavy erection bob with his movements. I give him a smile--not from nerves, but to let him see I'm loving every second.
He makes quick work of cleaning himself off my stomach before tossing the towel over his shoulder. Turning off the lights and pulling back the covers, he climbs in and holds his arms out for me to move on him. After we adjust our bodies, pulling the covers over us, his arms tighten until my whole body presses against his. My head rests on his chest, and our legs tangle as we wrap ourselves together.