Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

“I want to taste you,” I whisper, pushing him gently onto his back.

Arthur’s eyes fly open, watching as I move down his body, placing open–mouthed kisses along his chest and stomach. When I take him into my mouth, his hand flies to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands.

I remember what he likes–the swirl of my tongue, the suction, the right amount of pressure. His breathing grows ragged as I work him, slow at first then faster, deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. When his hips start to buck involuntarily, I pull back, not wanting things to end too soon.

Arthur wastes no time flipping our positions, pinning me beneath him. He kisses his way down my body, lingering at my breasts before continuing lower.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, the first touch of his tongue has me grabbing my pillow and thrusting it over my face to muffle my cry.

Just as I knew him, he knows exactly how much pressure to use, where to focus his attention, when to slide his fingers inside of me. I’m writhing beneath him in minutes, my hand fisted in the sheets.

Just as I’m about to break, he pulls back, crawling up my body to kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips.

He positions himself between my thighs, the tip of him teasing my entrance. Then, our eyes lock as he pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside of me. We both freeze for a moment, gasping at the familiar sensation of our bodies locking together.

I begin to rock my hips, and Arthur groans softly, matching my movements. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper.

After a few minutes, Arthur sits back on his heels, pulling me up to straddle his lap. In this position, he hits a spot inside me that makes my head fall back in pleasure, the same position he’s made me come in hundreds–no, maybe even thousands–of times before. His mouth finds my nipple again, sucking gently as I begin to ride him.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as we move together, our bodies finding that perfect rhythm we once knew so well. His hands guide my hips, setting a pace that soon has us both breathing heavily, fighting to keep quiet.

“I’ve missed you,” Arthur whispers against my throat. “Missed this. Missed us.”

“Me too,” I gasp, feeling the tension building low in my belly. I know it’s only minutes before I’ll reach the edge, a sensation that I’ve never been able to replicate properly without him. “So much.”

Our movements grow more urgent, the need for release driving us faster, harder. Arthur’s hand slips between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with our thrusts.

pull back, I haven’t drawn blood, but there’s a distinct bite mark from my canines on his neck.