Sienna
“Now I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself.”
My body flushes, and my clit pulsates. Holy shit. Can I do this?
“Take your dress off for me, . Let me see my girl lying on my bed.” His words rush through my body, and a tsunami of desire floods between my legs. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my entire life.
He whips his hoodie over his head and throws it to the corner of the room, and his pupils dilate as his gaze zeros in on me. I straighten my spine and feign confidence, then kick off my heels and slowly pull my dress over my head, baring myself to him. My breasts bounce, and his heated stare roams over them as he licks his lips.
I ogle the man I love, the one who owns my heart and, in truth, my body too. He just can’t act on it. Guilt flickers through me at the many scars and marks littering his body like a canvas of torture, and I hate the fact I know I contributed to his pain. His muscles flex under my scrutiny, and my core flushes brighter than the stars lining the sky, desperate to be seen. I spin on the balls of my feet and sway toward his bed. His scent encompasses me, and the wetness slips between my legs, coating my thighs, with his cum coating my ass.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and I glance over my shoulder to see him stroking his solid cock over his gym shorts.
“Are you going to get naked too?” I climb onto his single bed and roll onto my back with my head on his pillow and breathe him in. He’s all around me, and I wish for nothing more than for him to be inside me, to feel the weight of his solid body covering me, pinning me down, and forcing me full of him.
He shakes his head, and disappointment lances through my chest, but I try not to show it. I haven’t seen his cock even though I’ve felt the thickness of it in my ass, and I want to. God, do I want to.
“Touch yourself.” His voice is gravelly, and the dark edge to it has me complying in an instant.
Spreading my legs to give him a show, I open them wide, and a thrill zips up my spine when a hiss leaves him. Then I use the pad of my fingers to swipe through the wetness coating them. The deep ache in my ass only adds to my need, and slowly, I brush over my clit, circling it longer on each stroke as my confidence grows from the control I have over him. How his hand disappears into his shorts to fist himself frantically and the way his muscles have become taut with need, have desire seeping from me.
“Fuck, I want to touch you so bad,” he pants out. “So fucking bad.”
I throw my head back against the pillow, desperately willing him to do just that. “Please. Do it.”
The mattress creaks and dips, and I dart my head up in shock at him mounting the bed.
Holy shit.
Holy shit. He’s getting on the bed with me. My breath catches in my throat, and I continue swirling my fingers over my clit, but not too fast. Too fast and I’ll come with his body nestled between my legs, and I want to savor this moment for as long as I can. I want it to last forever.
“Fuck, I can smell you from here, . I can smell your pussy dripping for me.”
“Yes.” I press harder and arch my back with the shockwaves rippling through me. Oh god, I’m almost there. “Touch me. Please touch me.”
His thick hand tightens on my open thigh, and I moan at his touch. It sears into me, branding me with his ownership.
His Adam’s apple slides slowly down his throat as he stares at the apex of my thighs, then I almost combust when he licks his lips and works his fist faster. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Please touch me.” I try again.
His hand slides off my thigh, and he uses his thick fingers to part my folds.
Oh god. His touch sends a wave of glorious bliss through me. He’s finally touching me how I’ve always wanted.
“Where do you want me to touch?” His eyes dart up to mine, and my heart skips a beat at the intensity behind them. It’s almost like he’s asking me what to do, and my heart swells at the thought.
“Can you put your finger inside me?” I bite on my lip, wondering if he’s willing to go that far. “Push it in and out? Just a little?” My body involuntarily bucks beneath him as if willing him to do it, and when his thick finger moves to my entrance, my finger stills, waiting to feel him there.
“You’re so wet, Princess. Is all this for me?”
“Yes. Always for you.” I circle my clit again and moan loudly when his finger breaches my hole.
“Fuck. Fuck, that’s good.” He licks his lips as he stares down with his jaw slack.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slides inside me until he stops.
“I can feel your barrier,” he whispers, and I freeze. We stare at one another as he touches me, and I can feel it deep inside as he strokes over the one thing he can never have, and he knows it too. The sadness in his eyes makes an appearance before he quickly masks it.
Then he slides his finger out and back in, gaining a steady rhythm as my finger assaults my clit again.
“I’m fucking you, baby. I’m using my thick finger to fuck your tiny pussy. You’re stretching around me, you’re so goddamn small, .”
“Oh god.” I pant at his filthy words.
“Fuck, you look so damn good with your tits bouncing while I finger-fuck you, Si.”
“Yesss. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg, then my orgasm hits me, and my walls pulsate around him.
My head falls back against the pillow, and I can hear his fist working while he fucks my pussy in time with his cock.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he chants, and my pussy clamps around him. A warm splash of cum hits my fingers, coating my pussy with his seed.
Slowly, I come down from my orgasm and sit up on my elbows to find him withdrawing his finger. The blush travels down my cheeks and over my chest as he coats his fingers in his cum, then slowly pushes it inside me. I can feel him touching my walls and painting them with his arousal.
“Do you think you could get pregnant like this?” he asks, darting his eyes up to mine with his finger still lodged inside me.
“I-I don’t know.” I bite into my lip.
His shoulders sag, and mine droop too when he slides his finger from me.
I scan his body, and again, I’m hit with the fact he tucked his cock away before I could see it, almost as if he’s purposely keeping it from me, and I hate it. He’s probably allowed other women to see him naked, touch him. Anger and jealousy unleash within me like an atomic bomb set for destruction.
“Has anyone ever touched you?” I snipe.
His gaze slowly rises to mine, then his eyes widen and his lips part, but nothing comes out of his mouth, so I rephrase the question.
“Have any women ever touched you?”
“No,” he says immediately, and my anger dissipates just as quickly.
“Never?”
“Not from what I can remember, no.”
“Have you ever touched a woman?”
He fidgets from side to side, and his chest rises.
I chew on my lower lip, hoping above all hope that he’s never touched someone like he just touched me.
Then his eyes find mine. “No. Only you.”
Happiness flows, settling in my bloodstream like an antidote.
He clears his throat. “I’ve only ever wanted to touch you.” His eyes hold mine as we stare at each other.
Then he glances away before quickly looking back at me, as if scared I would move.
His focus locks on to my tits, and a flurry of jubilation simmers my blood at the desire in his bright-blue eyes.
“You can touch them if you want,” I whisper.
He moves to lie beside me, his head on the pillow and his large frame dwarfing me as he settles on his side. Love seeps from his eyes as he takes me in, and his thick fingers brush a tendril of my hair, the softness of his actions a contrast to the hulk of a man he is.
Something settles between us, an unspoken longing, a forbidden action neither of us can deny, nor would we want to, no matter how devastating the consequences.
I shift, positioning myself higher than him and my breasts in line with his face, then I lean forward and, with a hand on my breast, offer my nipple to his waiting mouth. His hot breath flutters over the peak before he takes my hand away, replacing it with his, and a surge of need pulsates down to my core when he suckles on my nipple and a groan rumbles in his throat.
He caresses my breast as his tongue toys with my nipple, then he pops off. “You’re so much softer than I imagined.”
I wish I could bottle up the sensation and meaning behind his words as his eyes glint with wonder. Then I take a mental snapshot of this intimate moment we’re experiencing, stripped of our names and connection and allowing each other to be ourselves.
I settle back into the pillow while Stone sucks on me, and I stroke over his shaved head and down his thick neck and back up again. The tips of my fingers dance over his scarred skin delicately as he takes what he needs from me. I offer him the tenderness he deserves, and he grants me the attention I crave.
My heart wills this to be my future, but my future intends to destroy my heart. For tonight, I will embrace it and keep it locked up tight. Another secret to add to the lies. Another reason for a punishment to be delivered, however much I hate it.