Flawless - Manhattan Knights Series Book One

by Sienna Parks

  I drop my head to the side giving him better access to my neck, and he very carefully removes the pins, running each loosened tendril through his long fingers. I take a moment to absorb my surroundings, relishing the feel of his hands.

  The room reflects Xander perfectly – masculine yet sumptuous, decadent yet comfortable. The wall of windows is the perfect backdrop for any room. The other walls are a rich teal color; they almost look like velvet. There are elegant large framed black and white photographs on the wall behind the bed. They are stunning pieces, sensual and erotic without being tawdry. You can’t see anything explicit, but you can tell that the bodies in the photos have intimate knowledge of each other - their connection leaping out of the frame. It’s what makes them so beautiful.

  “You like?” He removes the last pins from my hair.

  “They’re wonderful. The connection between them is almost tangible, so sensual and tasteful. I love them.” He’s nibbling my neck as I speak, his fingers moving to unzip the back of my dress.

  “The connection is what drew me to them…” I don’t think he’s just talking about the art on his walls. “Do you feel the connection, Lily?”

  He rains open-mouthed kisses down my neck as his fingers blaze a trail down my back unzipping me. Even the smallest touch of his hand has me on fire.

  “Yes, Xander, I feel it.” How could I not? No one has ever elicited such raw desire in me. He slips my dress off my shoulders, kissing every inch of my now exposed skin with reverence. I feel completely worshipped.

  “Stand up and turn around to face me.” I do as he asks, trying to tame my raging nerves as I stand. My dress falls to the floor and as I turn I step out of it, I can’t resist the urge to shield my body with my arms as much as possible; I’m standing in front of this picture of perfection in my bra, panties and high heels, feeling self-conscious without a clue what to do.

  “Don’t hide from me, sweets. You have nothing to feel insecure about. Your body is stunning… simply stunning.”

  I drop my arms to my sides and let him look at me. Raking his gaze over every inch of my body he crawls down off the bed, picking up my dress and laying it over a chair. He walks around me, slowly, making his appreciation known with little groans.

  “God. You are going to kill me with this tight little body of yours.” He stands in front of me. “Now, undress me.” Oh. My. God.

  My hands are shaking as I unbutton his waistcoat and push it over his broad shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. As I put my hands on his chest to unbutton his shirt I can’t disguise the trembling. He clasps my hands in his, holding them to his warm, hard chest.

  “Breathe, Lily. I’ve got you. Just relax.” The sound of his voice is soothing, calming my nerves.

  I lift my eyes to his, smoldering back at me. He dips his head and kisses me, gentle at first, coaxing me to open for him, and as our kiss deepens my fingers make short work of his buttons. I run my hands up his muscled torso before ripping his shirt over his shoulders and throwing it to the ground.

  As our tongues grow hungry and urgent I move to his pants, unzipping and letting them drop. He steps out and moves me to the bed without breaking our kiss.

  “Lie on the bed.” He takes my hand to steady me as I do what he asks. “You are a vision. So pretty; so beautiful.”

  He crawls between my legs, spreading them to accommodate his imposing frame. He lifts each leg in turn, removing my heels, running his fingers over my instep and up my calf. He continues up my thigh, stopping short of where I want him to focus his ministrations. He does the same with the other leg, teasing me as he leaves me wanting more, my panties growing damp.

  Just the sight of him in nothing but his Calvin Klein’s is enough to make me wet, but combine that with each sensual touch and I’m more than ready for him. He truly looks like a God; sexy tanned skin, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist and hips; every muscle perfectly defined; strong thighs, solid sinewy arms; every inch of his body screaming that he can control me - and I want him to.

  He drinks me in from head to toe. I’ve never felt so desired.

  “I’m going to kiss every inch of you, Lily Tate - claiming you as mine.”

  His arms come down to rest at the sides of my head and his mouth lowers to mine. My hands begin to explore his back, feeling each taut muscle move under my fingertips. His skin is soft, but covers a body so hard and perfect he could be one of Michelangelo’s masterpieces.

  “You taste so sweet.”

  Holding his weight above me with one arm, his other hand drifts to my breasts, kneading them through my lace bra, and it feels so good. My nipples begin to harden at his touch as his fingers slip inside one of the cups, pulling the lace out of the way, exposing my breast.

  “Such pert little rosebuds. So responsive.” His tongue replaces his fingers, sucking my nipple into his warm mouth; swirling his tongue around the tip.

  “Oh… Xander.” His fingers move up to release my other breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger; hardening it further. He moves his tongue over to lavish the same attention on each nipple sending lightning bolts directly to ‘little Lil’.

  My hands are fisting in his hair, pulling him close, but it’s never enough. He places a tiny bite on my nipple and my back arches off the bed - pleasurable pain. In a split second his hands are under me, unfastening my bra and peeling it down my arms. He twists it around my wrists, and pushes my hands above my head.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands down my arms, followed by whispers of open-mouthed kisses and flicks of his tongue; leaving behind a trail of want and desire that has me panting for more. He kisses his way down, laving every inch of me with attention; his fingers teasing the edges of my panties; occasionally dipping a finger underneath to torment me.

  “You’ve had these on long enough, sweets.”

  Biting his lip, he hooks his fingers under the sides of my lace panties and drags them down my legs torturously slow; never taking his eyes from mine. God, his eyes are gorgeous. He dips his gaze to my exposed sex; his breath quickening and his length hardening at the sight.

  “God, baby, I can see how wet you are for me, and it’s so fucking hot.” It’s indescribably sexy watching him harden further under his boxer shorts just from looking at me.

  “Take your shorts off. I want to see all of you.” His eyes widen at my words and a sinful smile spreads over his lips. He leaves me sprawled on the bed; my hands bound with my bra above my head.

  Standing at the foot of the bed he slowly pushes his shorts down, his impressive length springing free, as they drop to the floor. He just stands there for a moment, his eyes locked on me, watching as I memorize the perfection of his body. I can’t pull my gaze away from his delicious V, his happy trail leading down to his beautiful cock, hard and ready because of me. I am so turned on. I sit up on the bed to get a better view of him; my hands draped in between my legs where heat radiates from my sex.

  “Make love to me, Xander.”

  His sexy smile drops, an intense stare taking its place on his stunning features. He crawls back onto the bed and pulls my bra from around my wrists.

  Itching to touch him, I grab his face in my hands, the scruff scratching my palms. I pull his lips toward mine. His arm snakes around my back, lowering me to the bed with tender precision; his body hovering over me - the promise of something amazing in the air between us.

  There’s an unspoken dialogue - my body begging for Xander with every breath. As the weight of his body presses down on me, I feel his hard length pressing against my thighs. I open my legs, letting his cock caress my folds. I want to thrust my hips up to take him in, but he pushes my hips down into the bed.

  “I want to make sure you’re ready for me, sweets. I don’t want to hurt you.” He flicks his tongue out to lick my bottom lip before moving down my body. His strong, callused hands grasp my thighs and push my legs apart, as wide as they can go; exposing my sex. He runs his nose from my
entrance, up my folds, to my clit, nuzzling the small patch of hair left after waxing.

  “God… you smell so good, I can’t wait any longer. I need a taste of you... now.” His tongue follows the same path as his nose, in one long, hard lick.

  “Fuck, Lily. You are so wet for me... and this sweet little pussy of yours tastes as good as it looks.” Groans escape my chest in a plea for more.

  His tongue feels magnificent, sending electricity sparking to every nerve ending in my body. The now familiar pull begins to build, heralding something explosive that only his touch can elicit. As the pleasure becomes more intense, his fingers gently open my folds; alternating between raining open-mouthed kisses around my clit and darting his tongue out to flick the small bundle of nerves that hold the key to my undoing.

  When his tongue quickens - harder, and more urgent - satisfied moans escape him, vibrating against my clit. I can’t hold back any longer. A myriad of sensation explodes in my core and radiates throughout my body, causing wave after wave of pleasure.

  I’m screaming his name, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, holding him to me; riding his face as the aftershocks pulse through me. It’s so intense, but it leaves me wanting more. I want to feel him inside me; I want to connect with him on the deepest level possible.

  “Oh my God. I need you… please… Xander.”

  “I’ve got you.” He thrusts his fingers inside me, his movements vigorous; stretching me, stroking just the right spot inside and it has me on the edge of another soul-destroying orgasm. I physically can’t hold back.

  “Oh God.”

  It rips through me, quick and hard. He pulls out his fingers and slides them in his mouth - sucking on them. “So sweet. You look so fucking beautiful when you come, Lily. I want all of your pleasure to come from me.”

  He reaches under the pillow, producing a condom packet. As he moves to rip it open with his teeth, I find a confidence I didn’t know existed. “I don’t want you to use it. I want to feel all of you.”

  His breath catches in his chest; his eyes fierce. “Do you know what you’re asking of me? Are you on the pill?”

  I hold his gaze. “I know what I’m asking. If you’re not comfortable with it, it’s okay. I’ve been on the pill for years, and you know I’m a virgin so I’m clean. I want to feel you, Xander.”

  His forehead drops to mine. His voice a sexy, breathy rasp. “I’ve never done this without a condom before. I’m clean, and I want to feel you skin on skin, but only if you’re certain. It’s a really big deal.”

  I clasp his face, gently kissing his lips. Pulling his ear down to my lips, my breathing shallow, and my heart racing.

  “Yes.”

  I pull back, gazing into his eyes to convey my sincerity. He stares back at me in awe and wonder, as he drops the packet. He grabs the back of my neck, pouring so much passion and hunger into this kiss. His other hand slides down between our writhing bodies, grasping his hard length he positions himself at my slick entrance.

  “This will probably hurt a little, sweets, but I’ll do my best to make it as pleasurable as I can.” He pushes just the tip inside of me. “Are you okay?” I nod, biting my lip.

  He eases slowly inside, stretching me, filling me. When he’s halfway inside, a guttural roar rips from his throat.

  “Fuck… Lily… You feel unbelievable!”

  He thrusts the rest of the way, causing a tearing sensation and a jolt of pain, but the overwhelming fullness is mind-blowing. He drops his lips to mine.

  “There is no better feeling than this, than being inside you. Mine... Lily… Mine.” He starts to move, slowly at first, his strong arms flexing above me, his muscles rippling as he holds himself over me, thrusting his hips; his hard cock moving deep inside me before pulling out almost to the tip.

  He creates a delicious rhythm as he teases my G-spot with every movement. I grab his ass and pull him in to the hilt, wanting to take every last inch of him as deep as I can, causing him to cry out.

  “FUCK!”

  I can’t get enough of this man. Our kisses are demanding, wild; our tongues fucking to the rhythm of our bodies. Writhing, sucking, pulling, and pushing us toward our joint release. His pace quickens, becoming more urgent; his thumb moving down to circle my clit as he loses control, hammering into me, harder and harder - I adore it.

  “Come with me.”

  His words are my undoing and I shatter into a million pieces, my muscles clenching around him with each wave of pleasure. He closes his eyes, throwing his head back as his own release consumes him. He has never looked so beautiful. Everything about his face and his expression is exquisite.

  “Fuck, baby. Oh my God, Lily… Fuck.” His warm come spills inside me.

  Tears well in my eyes, the emotion of what has just transpired between us too much to contain. I feel so connected to Xander, an overwhelming barrage of emotions washing over me, unlike anything I’ve felt before.

  I am so completely in love with him.

  He brushes my hair back from my face, kissing my tears away.

  “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His eyes search mine.

  “I’m perfect. That was… astonishing. I have never felt so connected to anyone in my life. It’s like you’re a part of me now.”

  He feathers kisses all over my face, nibbling at my neck and shoulder.

  “I know exactly what you mean. It has never been like this for me before. You’re different… we’re different. You speak to something deep in my soul. I can’t get enough of you.” As he pulls out of me, I’m bereft at the loss of physical contact. His come spills out of me and I’m crushingly embarrassed until he speaks. “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He runs his hand over my entrance, spreading his come all over me, claiming me as his. When he’s finished, he jumps off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

  He emerges almost immediately with a damp washcloth, and a towel, but I’ve already pulled the sheets up to cover myself. He peels them down, exposing blood and come everywhere. I’m mortified. He sits down and gently starts cleaning me.

  “You don’t have to do that. I can go to take a shower.” I try to push his hands away.

  “I want to look after you, sweets. Let me.” He is so tender and genuine, so I push aside my unease and let him clean me.

  “I’m really sorry about your sheets. I’ll buy you a new set.”

  Xander grabs my chin between his thumb and finger, forcing me to look straight into his gorgeous eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for this. You just gave me such a precious gift that I will always treasure. I can’t express what that means to me that you wanted me to be your first.” I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist, hugging him with all of my strength.

  “Thank you.”

  He stands from the bed with me wrapped around him like a little monkey, as if I weigh nothing; walking me to the bathroom where there’s a stunningly deep freestanding roll-top bath with cascading waterfall taps and bubbles everywhere. He must have started it running when he left me to get the washcloth. The lighting is soft and sultry, the floor and walls a stunning grey granite with white granite around the top, accentuating the lights perfectly. It’s masculine and beautiful, reflecting its owner.

  There’s a ginormous shower that you could fit ten people in easily; there are multiple oversized showerheads and a tiled bench seat running along one wall. My mind starts to wander, thinking of Xander and I together in there.

  He kisses my neck, still holding me tight against his gloriously naked body. “Bath?”

  I nuzzle into his neck. “Perfect.”

  He gently lowers me into the luxurious tub and steps in behind me, settling against the tub, pulling me back to rest against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his scruffy chin on my shoulder. It’s total bliss. I don’t know how long we bask in the silence, just enjoying each other’s company, resting together, as our chests rise and fall in unison.

  I wake up to Xander nuzzling my neck, w
hispering in my ear. I must have nodded off listening to his heartbeat.

  “Wake up, sweets. Time to get out the tub. I don’t want my little spider monkey pruning beyond repair.” I love him when he’s like this - it’s so cute.

  “Is it okay if I just quickly wash my hair?”

  “You can do anything you want. You don’t have to ask.” He stands, stepping from the tub. I watch the rivulets of water, jealous of their journey down his toned flesh; rippling over muscle after perfect muscle. I want to lick every last delicious drop from him. “Plenty of time for that. Go shower and I’ll be waiting for you.”

  I let out a little chuckle. “Are you a mind reader or something?”

  “No. The look you’re giving me right now is telling me everything I need to know. I think maybe you need a rest, though; you’ll be sore after what we just did and I don’t want to hurt you.” Wrapping a towel around his waist, he gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and leaves the bathroom, closing the door to give me some privacy.

  I take my time, enjoying the cascading water from the giant showerheads, easing my aching muscles. Xander was right, I am sore from our exploits, but I love every delicious twinge and throb – it reminds me of what I just shared with him; a night I will never forget. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. I’ve lived my romantic life vicariously through the works of Shakespeare, Austen, Brontë and countless others for years, afraid to let anyone close, afraid to let anyone touch me. I never expected to find someone that would make me feel this way about sex, about love, or what my future could be.

  I use Xander’s shampoo and shower gel, consumed by his scent. I grab some towels; wrapping my hair and body before heading into the bedroom. I don’t know why, but I feel nervous being in his bedroom with him again. I squash my worries and open the door; my breath catching in my chest at the work of art in front of me.

  He’s stretched out on the bed, his hand behind his head, a heartwarming, brain-melting smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. He’s changed the bedding; lying in crisp, fresh white sheets, draped carelessly but suggestively, highlighting his happy trail - which makes me want to rip the sheet off the bed to see the rest of him.