10. Wynter
Wynter
“S ee me tomorrow.”
Warmth filled through every fiber of me.
We sat in his car in front of my dorm building.
It was almost midnight and I truly felt like Cinderella.
My body still hummed with the aftermath of the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced.
It was my first orgasm with a man so maybe that’s why. Though I didn’t think so.
His touch seared. His lips consumed. And his fingers delivered.
I felt him everywhere, though our clothes stayed on.
“You still want to see me?” I breathed the question, my tongue sweeping over my lower lip nervously. I could still taste him on my lips. It was an aphrodisiac.
I expected him to take it all the way after I came all over his fingers. Instead, I watched him lick his fingers clean. And oh my God, it was so damn erotic that a delightful shudder ghosted down my spine in anticipation. I wanted to feel him inside me. Give him my virginity.
He was the one I’d been waiting for.
Yet, rather than taking me, he helped me off the hood and settled me into the car.
“You’re mine now,” he repeated his earlier statement. I didn’t mind his possessiveness, but it confused me.
“But you didn’t-” My voice faltered and my cheeks heated. I was pretty sure my body clearly showed him that I wanted him. I didn’t hold back. Did I?
He took my chin and held it between his fingers. My eyes met his, drowning in his darkness.
“I didn’t what?” he demanded to know.
I rolled my eyes. “You didn’t try to sleep with me,” I rasped, slightly agitated he’d make me say it out loud.
He chuckled softly, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat, and I found it so damn sexy. I had to fight the urge to lean forward and lick his neck. Everything about this man was attractive.
He took my hand and placed it over his groin and I gasped, my cheeks heating. He was hard. And so damn big I didn’t think he’d fit inside me.
“Tell me now I don’t want to fuck you,” he gritted.
My cheeks flushed crimson and my insides were burning up.
“Then why didn’t you?” I breathed the question bravely.
“Wynter Star.” He leaned forward and brushed his tongue at the corner of my lip.
“When I fuck you, it won’t be a quick fuck in the back seat.
It will be in a bed, so I can spread you wide and take my time worshiping every inch of you.
” A shiver rolled down my body at his words.
“I’ll eat your pussy. Then I’ll fuck it.
And you’re going to ride me all fucking night.
” My mouth parted and my eyes widened. “I want your lips, your pussy, and your body because you want to give it, Wynter. Not because you want to repay a debt.”
Something hot burned deep inside me, causing a dull ache between my thighs.
“Holy shit,” I murmured, my whole body lit on fire.
I was almost tempted to beg him to take me to his place tonight.
“I’d invite you to start that tonight,” I said, trying to come off seductive but my voice was too throaty.
It was coated in thick, deep lust that I felt in the pit of my stomach. “But I have roommates.”
“See me tomorrow,” he asked again, his own voice deeper than usual and his eyes burning with dark flames I felt inside me.
There was nothing and nobody that would stop me from seeing him.
“Okay,” I breathed. “I have ballet class with Madame Sylvie tomorrow afternoon. After that?”
He nodded without delay.
“Text me the address and time.”
He exited the car and came around to open the door for me. For a mobster, he was such a gentleman. The romantic part of me, that lay dormant until I met this guy, was giddy.
Taking his extended hand, I stood up and he pulled me against his tall, hard body. Before I could relish his strong arms around me, he grabbed the nape of my neck and pressed his lips into an all-consuming kiss.
The toe-curling kind.
It was the kiss that songs were written about. The kind that changed you forever.