Chapter 19 #2
“And that could make me come?” She’s so fucking innocent, I can’t stand it.
“Yes.” I hold it up in front of her face.
She goes slightly cross eyed as she focuses on it and I laugh. She puffs her cheeks out.
“There is a lot.”
“There is.” I nod. “But you don’t always need toys… I mean, they’re lots of fun. I see them as tools, not weapons.” I smirk dropping the egg to the bed.
“No toys?”
I shake my head. “Mouth, fingers, tongue.” I flick my eyes to her and her chest lifts and drops heavily. “They could all make you come.”
She fidgets.
“Your fingers could make you come,” I mutter, looking at the sex toys scattered all over the bed. This looks like we’ve had a dirty session.
“My fingers?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Baby, you’re killing me.”
Her cheeks pinken.
“What did your ex actually do? Did he not show you anything? Did he not ask you to play with yourself?”
“He did what he had to. We had sex.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “No, he had sex. He got what he needed… what about you?” I crawl over to her, my hand pressed against her thigh as I push her leg wide, kneeling between them.
“You deserve to know what it feels like. How are you meant to write about it when you have never experienced it?” My breath dusts across her face in a whisper, my hand cupping her cheek as I brush my thumb pad back and forth across her warm skin.
“Let me show you,” I plead, my voice shallow as I wait for her to answer me.
“The contract,” she whispers, fear set in her eyes.
“The contract said no sex… it didn’t say anything about this.” My voice is strained as my spare hand rests on her thigh, fingers trailing over her skin. “Plus”—I smirk—“it’s research.”
Her eyes flick to mine.
“Just one night. Let me spend it showing you how it is meant to be.”
She’s hesitant, her eyes volleying back and forth from mine. I would never force her into it, would never have her doing something she didn’t want. But I am silently wishing she’ll say yes.
“Just once.” Two words fall from her lips and that’s all I needed to hear.
Both hands clasp her face, tilting her mouth up as I slant mine across hers. Soft and gentle, I squeeze my eyes shut as I try and control myself. This isn’t about me. It’s about her.
Teasing my tongue, she relaxes as she melts into me, her body sagging ever so slightly beneath me.
“I’m going to take it slow,” I whisper as I break away, my forehead pressing against hers. My eyes drop to her chest, watching as it rises and falls quickly. “I need this off.” I smirk, gripping the hem of my tee and lifting it over her head, tossing across the room.
Pulling back, I wrap my hands around her waist and drag her towards me before my hand is resting on her chest, softly pushing her back so she is lying on the bed.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, lowering myself over her body, my eyes level with hers as I knock her legs wide.
Her amber eyes sparkle as she focuses on me, a soft nod giving an answer to my question and my possessiveness flames against my skin.
“We’ll start with the basics. If any of it gets too much, you tell me, okay?” I kiss her again, and this time, I savour her soft lips against mine.
I trail my fingers up her side, across her chest, and curl them around the base of her throat as I dip my tongue into her mouth. A soft whimper escapes and my cock reacts, stiffening once more.
Reluctantly, I pull away, dragging my wet lips down to her jaw, nipping softly.
My hand is still locked around her throat, my lips trail across the neckline of her vest top.
I let my tongue dip just underneath it, teasing at the soft flesh of her tits.
Her breathy pants fill the room, her eyes locked on me.
Gliding my fingers down her body, I graze them along the hem of her pyjama top, slipping them under and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.
My mouth follows as I press my lips against her lower stomach.
She wriggles under me and I smirk against her skin.
My greedy hands push the flimsy material around her chest, and only then do I let my eyes wander up, landing on her rounded tits.
“Fuck,” I mumble, hovering over her, my eyes boring into hers. “Do you trust me?” I ask her again and she nods, her chest rising and falling. “Good.”
I lower my hot mouth over the skin of her breast, kissing delicately as I drag my lips down to where they want to be.
Nipping the soft flesh, I flick my tongue across her pert nipple, her mouth popping open as I do.
Kneading them into my mouth, I suck and kiss, my tongue rolling, and a moan slips past her lips.
I have wanted this from the moment I saw her. To have her beneath me, at my mercy, and I am so fucking close to getting it all.
Giving her other breast the same attention, my fingers roll her other nipple between the pads, and her body writhes beneath me.
“Patience,” I whisper against her silky skin, looking up at her through my lashes.
Her teeth are sunk into her bottom lip and she looks delectable.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, lifting my mouth as I kneel between her legs, my hands still kneading her tits, teasing her nipples. My cock is throbbing inside my sweats.
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes watching my every move.
“It’s all about build up. Sure, a quick fuck is also good…” I lick my lips. “But this isn’t about that, this is to prove to you how good this side of it can be.”
Giving her nipple one last tug, I drag my burning fingertips down her body until they’re skimming along the waistband of those sexy little shorts. Lifting my eyes to her, I wait a moment, tucking the tips just inside.
“Is this what you want?” I ask her, my patience hanging by a thread.
My cock aches at looking at her. My skin burns and itches as I wait for her to give me the go ahead knowing full well I am about to fall down a new path of addiction.
“Yes.” The words are slow off her tongue and a low growl vibrates in my throat.
I curl my fingers against the soft material of her shorts, the back of them brushes against her bare pussy.
“Oh fuck.” Precum seeps from the thick head of my dick, and I swear I am going to come from just touching her. “Sometimes”—my voice is tight, my fingers slipping from her shorts—“it’s hot to pull these to the side…like you can’t wait and removing them seems too much effort.” I lick my lips.
Skimming my fingertips over the front of the cotton, the silhouette of her pussy is in view as I let teasing strokes dip and glide down her cunt. A gasp catches at the back of her throat, her wetness evident on my tips and her shorts.
My fingers drag up, brushing back and forth across the material that is keeping me from touching her.
I could rush this. Get my fix and be done.
But I can’t seem to. It’s like I want to savour every second.
Pressing them against her clit, her mouth relaxes.
Her breaths are short and her fingertips are spread over the bedsheet beneath her body.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur, so lost in her expression as pleasure teases through her.
“Yes.”
I press harder, letting my fingers trail up and down her pussy. “I want you to touch yourself.” I swallow, lifting my fingers quickly as if they’ve just been burnt.
“But—”
I shake my head. She sits up slightly, propped on her elbows.
“Show me.” I lick my lips slowly, then sink my teeth into my bottom one.
“Can I keep my shorts on?” Glowing pink dances across her cheek and the bridge of her nose.
“Absolutely.” I palm myself through my sweats, her eyes catching me.
“This is all because of you,” I rasp, and she swallows, her throat bobbing.
Her shaky hand lowers between her legs, hovering over her clit. “What if I don’t like it?” she asks, retracting her hand ever so slightly.
“You won’t know unless you try,” I whisper, edging forward and curling my fingers around her wrist, gently lowering them down.
I slip my hand over hers, offering to be there if she needs me. Her fingers move slowly in circular movements, rubbing through her shorts.
“A little harder,” I whisper, kneeling over her as my fingers place over hers and I press, showing her the pressure she needs.
“Oh,” she whispers, her eyes watching as our fingers move in sync, but I am watching her.
“Just like that.” Raspiness wraps itself around my voice.
Her eyes flutter ever so slightly, her legs widening. I speed up our tempo ever so slightly.
“I think you’ve got it.” My voice drags as I lift my hand and kneel back, watching as she pleasures herself.
A subtle moan slips from her lips, her pelvis rocking up. Her shorts have risen, and tightened, her pussy slightly on show.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her amber eyes tracking me as I lean forward, hovering over her writhing body.
Gripping her cheeks with my fingers, I tilt her face back and my lips dust against hers. “Feels good, huh?” I breathe.
She nods, licking her lips. I smile, then let my lips slide down her neck, sucking on the soft skin, her pulse racing beneath my mouth. I lick her scent, groaning as I do.
“I think...I...erm...” She struggles to string her words together and I chuckle softly.
Gliding my lips down, I lock my mouth around her nipple, sucking her full tit into my mouth. My fingers dig into the soft flesh as I try and get every part of her past my lips, massaging her with my tongue.
I feel her body stiffen beneath me, her chest rising as her back arches. I moan with her, watching as she comes undone from her own fingers. Slowly releasing her nipple, I hover over her. Her cheeks are flushed, chest lifting and falling as she pins her sights on me.
“How did that feel?” I smirk
“I don’t even have the words,” she mutters, before throwing her arm over her face as she tries to hide from me.
I tsk, snatching her arm away and shake my head. “No hiding, we’re only just getting started,” I whisper, my tongue dipping into her mouth as I lay my body against her, rolling my hips where she wants me.