Chapter 11 #7
I flicked her nipple with my tongue, trapping it between my lips. It was small and stiff and simply magnificent. I moved my eyes up to her relaxed face and saw that her forehead had creased up involuntarily.
I drifted still further down to her belly, where I experienced the strange sensation of smelling myself on her skin. Finally, like the demon that I was, I made for the place between her thighs.
She reached her arms out over her head and stretched her muscles. She was going to wake up at any moment, and I was ready to delight in her shocked expression when she found me nestled between her thighs.
I pushed her panties to one side and kissed the top of her mound before moving down to the magic button. I delicately teased her clit, hidden in the folds of her labia minora, and glanced up again at her closed eyes. Her mouth had fallen slightly open, and she emitted light huffs of air.
She looked like a goddess.
The most beautiful things are not necessarily the ones that are perfect, I thought, but the ones that are special.
She was special.
I traced the contours of her outer lips, already soft and plump.
I licked them all delicately before blowing on the spot where I knew she’d most like to feel my touch.
She sighed in pleasure, and her back arched on instinct, raising her pelvis to my mouth.
The need to satisfy my savage urge and devour her completely kept nagging at me.
But I knew that if I did it, I wouldn’t be able to stop there. Her taste did not dampen my craving; it only intensified it.
My body reacted to hers in such unpredictable ways, it was a struggle to control it.
I stared between her legs, stared at that gleaming chalice, now polished with my kisses and ready to welcome me inside.
I was burning up inside, holding my breath, only the thinnest of threads connecting me to sanity. I was hanging in midair. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and fuck her, to lose myself in every curve, and try once more to see if I could allow myself the orgasm I hadn’t experienced in so long.
I was going crazy, but I could still hold back.
I had always maintained full control of myself, and I wasn’t going to let one girl destroy that.
“Neil…” Her voice sounded, fluting in my ears; I looked up and caught her staring at me in bewilderment, just like I’d imagined.
Her cheeks were red and she was breathing fast. She was aroused, I could feel it.
I smiled and stretched myself out over her, bearing my weight on my forearms. I deliberately pushed my hips against her so she could feel just how much I wanted to possess her. She gasped, and I could see shivers of anticipation traveling down from her neck. She sighed, trembling.
Did she think we were about to have sex?
I would have liked to but I had no intention of giving in to temptation.
“You need to leave,” I whispered then in a placid tone, like that was the best good morning I could possibly give her. She looked down, specifically at her pushed-aside panties, and she bit her lip, embarrassed.
“What… What were you doing?” She looked confused and stunned, but I didn’t answer her. Instead, I looked into her eyes and found she had the sky in there, or perhaps a field of wildflowers.
“They’re cornflower blue right when you wake up,” I commented. Babygirl didn’t get it and blinked several times, tilting her head slightly. “Your eyes…” I explained.
I’d always wondered what color they would be in the early light of morning, and now I knew.
“And…you like them?” she asked mischievously.
Yeah, I liked them the way I liked everything about her. And that was the real problem.
I shook my head, trying to get a grip, and lifted myself up off her body.
I had to take one of my showers and change clothes.
I passed a hand through my hair and turned to Selene, still lolling on the couch.
I caught her ogling my ass, and when she noticed me looking at her, she turned red immediately.
“What do you usually eat for breakfast?” I asked her, walking over to the kitchen island and the coffee maker.
I would have to shower later because just then I needed my cup of bitter black coffee.
Her eyes continued to track my every movement.
If she thought I was going to make her breakfast or bring it to her like some gentleman, she was sorely mistaken.
“I usually have orange juice and some toast with cherry jam. That’s my favorite.
” She smiled back at me, then sat up on the couch, looking disoriented.
She spotted her bra on the floor nearby and got up to grab it.
She had wild hair, a perfect shape, and a tight ass, where my sinful gaze got caught.
I stared at her as I placidly sipped my coffee, giving a masculine grunt of approval at that dream ass.
I wanted to look at it every morning, and the realization startled me.
“I’m not making you breakfast. There are oranges if you want to juice them. No toast, I don’t think, or jam.” I said gruffly, finishing my coffee.
Miss Anna was the one who made those perfect breakfasts; it certainly wasn’t me.
I didn’t need much to start my day.
Selene wasn’t listening to me, though. She’d put her dress back on and was looking thoughtful.
She walked barefoot toward me, looking at my empty cup.
“You aren’t just going to have that, are you?” She sat down on a stool and ran a hand through her hair. It was wild, but even when sleepy and disheveled, she was glorious. If I’d listened to my instincts, I would have already bent her over the kitchen island.
“We slept together,” I said, dodging her question.
I had far more important things to make clear to her.
“But it doesn’t mean anything. So don’t get ideas.
” I leaned on the kitchen island and looked seriously at her so she could see how real my words were.
She nodded and smiled, not at all offended or upset.
“You have this irritating habit of changing the subject,” she complained calmly, and her demeanor confused me.
“Also…you didn’t need to specify any of that.
I know it perfectly well. Just like I know that you’ve never slept like that with anyone else and that I was your first in this too.
” She gave a one-shouldered shrug, and I stood up straight.
I considered her words. I actually had slept platonically with someone before but never voluntarily, as I’d just done with Tinkerbell.
Selene really did understand how many things I was sharing with her for the first time. Or maybe she was just trying to get me to talk.
She wanted to hear me say it, to admit the effect she had on me.
“What do you know?” I sneered at her, taking up my characteristically arrogant stance.
Babygirl smiled again and fixed the neckline of her dress, where my gaze immediately zeroed in.
There was my breakfast, right there under that flimsy layer of fabric.
I’d had her there next to me all night long, and yet I’d restricted myself to some adolescent dry humping that left me with nothing but an unsatisfied longing that would linger inside me for a long time to come.
“I’ve learned how you are now.” She gave me a wink, and I stepped back. She didn’t know the first thing about me, unless she had somehow learned what happened to me when I was kid, which was highly unlikely. She might think she knew me, but that wasn’t at all the case.
“I have to take a shower. By the time I get out of the bathroom, you need to be gone,” I ordered firmly.
I was being a real dick. First by kissing her, touching her, wanting to fuck her, and crossing lines with her that I absolutely shouldn’t have been crossing with anyone.
And now I was giving her the fucking boot because I was incapable of keeping myself under control when she was around.
I felt like I no longer knew myself.
“I’m going back to Detroit tonight.” Selene got up from her stool and walked past me without a glance, heading straight for her shoes.
She bent down and grabbed them, pinching them between her fingers.
“And who knows when we’ll see each other again?
” She brushed her bangs to one side, revealing part of her scar, and again I had that numb feeling of deep wrongness.
But I didn’t make any attempt to keep her there with me.
I watched her walk toward the door, saw her open it and cross the threshold, and still I remained motionless, just staring as she walked away.
“Oh, fuck you,” I whispered to myself. “You total dickhead.”
I knew exactly where I’d gone wrong. Selene didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but I couldn’t be any different than I was.
If I’d let her get into my soul, I would have come out the other side destroyed.
Every beautiful thing came to an end, and she could very well be the beautiful thing that would spell my end.
I headed into the bathroom, her coconut smell still in the air. I could smell it everywhere I went. I undressed and quickly got into the shower. Cold water would clear my head. The solitude would give me a chance to gather myself.
I stayed under the spray for about an hour, but my yearning for her did not go away. Nor did the thought of running after her and making the most of our last moments before she left for Detroit.
“I like her, but you can’t be with her. If you choose her, you’re abandoning me,” muttered a high, childlike voice, and I turned sharply to the glass door of the shower.
Drops of water snaked down my body, dripping into a pile of soap suds on the floor below me.
I smoothed my wet hair over the back of my head and tried to focus on the vague figure I could just barely glimpse through the frosted glass.
With one quick movement, I shut off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist.