Chapter Thirteen #2
She startled, her foot curling, before she exhaled on a soft giggle, the fingers I held captive began to shift and swerve beneath the weight of my hand.
Her needy breath echoed off the bathroom walls long before I reached the inside of her knee.
I detected the subtle tensing and trembling of her thigh the higher I climbed.
I skimmed the length of her leg until I was vaguely cradling the sides of her hips.
She drew up and locked a hand behind my neck, sending water trickling down the back of my shirt while her lips smashed to mine with a sense of urgency.
She was so dainty, I locked my hands and hefted her from the water without much effort at all. Her fingers tugged at the short hair near the nape of my neck, and the nails on her other hand bit into my vest.
I kicked the bathroom door closed and deposited her on the side of the dresser. She brought her leg up and tried to curl and take me with her. I slid my hand up her damp belly, between her perky tits and claimed her neck like we already had an understanding.
Her lust-filled, blue eyes widened only to narrow on me.
I clicked my tongue, and shifted my head, leading her back, until she was flat, “I didn’t come all this way to run through you the minute I got you naked. I told you, you’re going to remember every minute of me, Crystal.”
I slid my thumb over her lower lip as I loosened my hold on her slender neck, “And you’re going to suffer so beautifully, I’ll be branded into your memory.”
I stopped cooing at her and planted my hand where her neck met her throat, “Look.”
I nodded at our reflection in the mirror, and she hesitantly shifted those blue pools until they met my gaze in the reflection.
“Good girl,” I praised under my breath, and returned to the path I was trailing, back down to her belly. I didn’t stop there; I trailed my middle finger until I met her pussy. The gentle touch, turning possessive as I cradled her cunt and clutched it in my palm.
She tore in a breath and her gaze snapped from the mirror. I was over her before she could exhale, smashing my lips to hers. I nipped her lower lip and squeezed my prize.
“Tell me,” I demanded, without lifting my mouth enough to truly break contact.
My lips tingled as she breathily stared up at me, a dazed expression on her porcelain features.
“Tell me who this belongs to, and don’t lie to me.” I ground the heel of my hand until she was greedily sucking in another breath.
A sound caught in her throat, and I swear I’d never felt anything tremble and twitch between want and uncertainty.
Her earlier words rushed back to me.
Her put off tone, when she’d said that she never willingly fucked anyone. I hooked my middle finger, and the way her body locked onto that finger made me a believer. Before she could regain her senses, I claimed her mouth again.
It was impossible to think straight with her cunt clenching and grappling at my finger and our mouths locked.
“It’s mine,” I huskily informed her, when I finally came up for air.
I jerked my finger from her hot little trap, and used the other hand to shove her cheek, tipping her face back to the mirror. When her eyes locked on me, I hefted both brows, sucked the finger clean and challenged, “Say it isn’t.”
Her heel shot to the edge of the dresser, but it didn’t stop her thighs from shaking. Her cheeks were flushed and she licked her lips but didn’t dispute my claim.
I held her gaze with a hint of a triumphant smile lingering on my lips and shit talked while I shrugged out of the cut, “That’s what I thought.”
I laid it on the bench at the foot of the bed and took off my shirt while I was at it.
Her cheeks flushed a little while she took in my long, tattooed arms and the club ink on my lower torso.
When I returned to her side, I teased my fingers from her lower belly up to her chest and captured the soft, subtle swell of her tit.
Her breath caught, the color in her cheeks deepened, but her eyes never left mine in the reflection.
“Look at them perfect, perky tits.” I cooed at her and she closed her eyes while the color bloomed deeper yet, her hands hesitantly shifting like she wanted to cover herself.
I leaned down and dragged the tip of my tongue over one pebbled bud and then its twin, drawing the second tightly between my lips to tug and suck. Her uncertain hands shot to my hair and she snared the short strands.
I spat it out, only to trace it once more.
“Why do you blush, but you show them on stage regularly?”
“You here to ask questions or worship?” She huffed, tipping her chin up in a gesture that was as cute as it was defiant.
I jerked her right leg up, gave her pussy lips a ‘good game’-style swat that left her curling and calling out with a surprised little squeak. I held her leg captive and sprinkled apologetic kisses to the area I’d tapped, “Are your eyes on that mirror?”
She drew a sharp, guilty breath and I laughed onto her sweet lips, drawing one and then the other into my mouth, before I parted them so my tongue could dance with her swollen clit.
Her hips bucked, her hands shot to my head, and she shyly began to grind.
I glanced up at the mirror when I felt her body tense and arch and our eyes met.
The grip on my hair tightened, and I knew she was on the edge.
I relaxed, and lazily sucked the saliva from her pussy, leaving her to shake and huff.
I smiled, planted a kiss at the top of her lips, and shot her a wink.
“I don’t think me and this pretty, pink thing have come to enough of an understanding just yet.”