Surrogate for the Alpha Prince in a Coma novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289

Lillian’s POV

Grayson’s lips were perfect over mine, dominant and demanding. He coaxed my lips open, then slipped his tongue inside. As our tongues tangled, I reached up and combed my fingers through his hair. I tugged at the strands, and his arms tightened around me, holding so close that my body was pressed flat against him, as close as could be.

It wasn’t close enough, not with our clothes in the way. I lowered my hands to his shirt and started to tug.

He growled a little against my mouth, clearly not wanting to part. I didn’t either, but I knew a temporary separation would only lead to better things. I tugged more adamantly against his shirt.

Finally, he accommodated, pulling back enough to pull his shirt over his head and throw it aside. His bare chest, rippled with muscle stole my breath away. I had dreamed of it in our time apart, and longed to touch him. Now, carefully, slowly, I lifted my hands and placed my palms flat against his perfect abs.

He watched my face for a moment, his own face unreadable. But then his gaze dropped down to my body, and lust flashed hot in his eyes again.

He moved his hands to the button of my shirt. He didn’t share my patience. Grabbing either side of my shirt, he pulled it apart, tearing it cleanly from my body. The buttons popped, clattering on the floor. He tossed the ruined shirt aside, then went for my pants. They received the same treatment, quickly ending up as used and discarded scraps on the floor.

Soon, I stood there only in my bra and panties.

I grabbed his pants by the belt looks and tugged. He quickly unbuckled them and kicked them off his body. His boxers went too.

My mouth watered as he straightened, standing in front of me, naked. How often I had fantasized of this body of his, trying to recall every inch, wanting him to hold me, to touch me, to press that hard body against me and make me his again and again.

Here he was, naked and perfect. His dick hard and straining, jolting up as he looked at me. He was finally patient, but only so that I could take my fill of him.

I wanted to give him the same experience, so I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra, pushed it down my shoulders. I also tugged down my panties kicking them to the side so that I stood there naked in front of him.

He spent time looking at every square inch of me, particularly on my breasts and between my thighs, with an expression of utter awe on his face, enough to make my heart pound even harder in my ribcage.

“You are the most perfect woman,” he said, and finally, finally reached for me again.

He held me just as tightly now, but without our clothes getting in the way, everything was far more perfect, my bare skin pressing against his. My soft breasts pressed against his hard muscle, my nipples aching against the friction of his skin. They tightened into buds. He growled against my lips as he claimed my mouth once more.

Then, swooping me into his arms, he turned me and lowered me down onto the bed, my head on the pillow.

At once, on my back, I stretched open my legs, making room for him. He crawled over me, slotting perfectly into the space I had made for him. He kissed me on the mouth thoroughly, then broke the kiss to drag his mouth down the column of my throat, over my collarbone, to my breast, where he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. While he gave attention to one breast with his mouth, the other, he fondled with his hand.

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I pressed my head back against the pillows and moaned at the flux of pleasure washing over me. How many times, When trying to please myself these past five years, had I touched myself in an effort to duplicate this exact touch? Never had I been able to replicate it. My skin was too soft, my hands too small.

Only Grayson could touch me like this. Only he could give me this kind of pleasure and elicit the kinds of mumbled and cut-off noises I was eliciting.

He switched breasts, making sure to give the other one equal attention as he done to the first.

“Oh… Grayson…”

Satisfied, he popped his mouth from my nipple and then kissed down my stomach, moving lower, lower. I spread my legs even farther, anticipating, already begging before his mouth could find its way to my mast sensitive bits.

Using his thumbs, he gently pulled aside my lips, exposing my clit to the cool air. I hissed, and then gasped as he surged forward, closing his mouth over the tiny bud.

I clawed at the sheets, head thrown back, legs stretched far, as he lapped and sucked, bullying my clit.

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