74 #2
“Don’t ask me that.” If I wasn’t so turned on right now, I would have snapped at him. But my words come out breathy and a little needy. “I want you to touch me.”
He hesitates for a moment before he untenses his arm and places his hand on my stomach. With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly pushes his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. I grip his arm tightly and turn to watch my fantasy of him come to life.
“You trust me?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod. “Yes.”
He moves his hand down further. When his fingers gently brush my clit, my head falls back in a gasp of pleasure.
I know this feels good because I’ve done it to myself countless times.
But there’s something completely different about someone else touching you so intimately.
Especially when it’s someone that you’ve been crushing on for three years.
“Good girl. You’re so wet for me already.”
And I’m pretty sure that just made me wetter.
I whimper over his light touch, but I need more. “Put your fingers inside me, baby. Please.”
“I want you to look at me when I do it.”
My eyes collide with his again, lust meeting lust in a moment that will strip my vulnerability down a notch.
Every small movement of his fingers sends my heart racing a beat faster until he slips two inside of me.
My mouth opens with a silent cry, and my heart stutters at the feeling of him inside me.
With our eyes still locked, I roll my hips over his hand.
“I’m obsessed with you,” Huxley says on low breath while he watches me pleasure myself with his hand.
“Of course, you are.” My smile forms and falls in an instant when he starts moving faster.
I grab for anything I can—the sheets, his chest, my chest. I bite my lip only for him to pull it out with his own to kiss me. I moan into his mouth as he continues to move his fingers inside me.
“That’s it, Love,” he praises. “Come on my fingers.”
Holy hell, he can’t talk like that. My fingers claw into his arm as my body convulses at a new level I didn’t think was possible. It’s so much stronger than when I do it myself, and I never want it to end.
“Good girl.” Huxley kisses my forehead while I try to calm my breathing down.
Praise. I like praise.
The new revelation of myself quickly fades away as I watch Huxley bring his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them after they were just in me.
Okay. I like that too.
After he pulls them out, I pull him towards me so I can kiss him. My tongue glides into his mouth, tasting what was left on his fingers, and I hum in satisfaction.
He laughs against my lips.“You’re a very naughty girl, Miss Demarco. And I love it.”
I don’t know the exact moment, but all my fears have left my body. So much so that I push Huxley onto his back so I can straddle his waist. “My turn.”
His eyes widen. “What?”
I lean down and whisper in his ear. “My turn.” My lips press to his neck, sending a shudder through him.
“Holy shit. You aren’t serious, are you?”
I fly back up into a sitting position. “Do you not want me to?” My voice squeaks with fear.
“God, Valentina. I so want you to,” he assures me. My fears melt away again, and an innocent smile crosses my face.
“Good.” My hand covers his mouth, his eyes widening further. “Then the only thing I want coming out of your mouth is my name or any form of a curse word. Do you understand?” He nods. “Good boy.”
I kiss my hand that still covers his lips, then I focus my attention on his neck. I’ve never done this before, but the change in Huxley’s breathing seems like a good sign. I gently bite his neck, and his head falls back.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
I smile to myself and continue my descent, kissing his chest. When I reach his 49 tattoo, I lift my head to look at him.
“Should I put my name underneath it to solidify it?”
He looks down at me, his eyes staring straight into mine. “You can do whatever you want to me, Valentine.”
I bite my lip and claw my nails down his stomach, making his breathing increase again. I tilt my head to the side as I push my hand back up.
“Has no one ever done this to you before, baby?” I ask innocently. He swallows hard before shaking his head.
“No? Well.” I grab his hands and pin them down beside his head, staring down at him. “How does it feel to have a first experience with me in your bed?”
“So good,” he breathes out.
“Yeah?”
“You’re fucking amazing.”
I smile down at him as I claw my hands down his arms. “Be a good boy and leave those there for me.”
He nods, so I slide down his body and kiss his tattoo. Then I move just a bit lower. My eyes move up to his as I stick my tongue out and lick his nipple.
“Jesus,” he groans. I gently bite down, pulling his nipple between my teeth. Huxley grabs the pillow under his head tightly. “Oh god.”
“Baby, I’m no God.” I lean up to hover my lips over his. “I’m a fucking Goddess.”
He smiles against my lips. “Fuck yeah, you are.”
I softly kiss him and notice his hands moving. I quickly shove them back down.
“Bad boy Huxley,” I warn. “I said, don’t move.”
“Sorry, Love.”
I move back and straddle his hips, my hand moving back and forth over his waistband.
“Tell me something,” I say curiously.
His eyes move from watching my hand up to my eyes.“Anything.”
“Have you ever had a girl be in control before?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
My eyebrow arches. “You have?”
“I have.” He’s so exact with his words, but I can tell there’s something behind them. Now isn’t the time to dive into that, though.
“Hmm,” I hum, looking back at my hand as I brush it over his abs, taking in all his features to lock them in my brain.
“But I’ve never had a woman like you in control before.” My eyes find his again, and I’m met with a softness that does strange things to my heart. “I’ve never had anyone like you.”
I scoff. “A dirty-talking virgin?” The laugh dies in my throat when I see how serious Huxley is. He sits up and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.