Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
PIERCE
Tinsley shifts on my lap, her tongue coming out to swipe her bottom lip. She’s turned on. Last night she’d been all over me in her sleep, humping me. I’m sure her body is still trying to find that release.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” I let my hands slide up a few inches from her hips to her waist, feeling her bare skin under her sweater.
I know there is no bra under there, and I'm also certain she doesn't have panties on.
The stretchy black pants she put on show everything, and there isn't a panty line in sight. I checked.
"I mean, if you can't, then—" I flip her easily, pinning her down to her bed.
A pillow and purple bear fall off the side.
I come down over her, and she is struggling to suppress a smile because she intentionally provoked the beast. I have both her wrists in an easy hold over her head. She's small, I remind myself.
"You're going to get yourself a spanking."
"Don't you dare." She narrows her eyes, and her hips slightly rise, telling me all I need to know, but that is for another day because I too find the idea of my hand on her ass leaving a slight red mark does it for me.
Never in my life have I thought about spanking anything, and now the thought is right there along with a million others I've never had before her.
"Right now I just want to make you come."
“I don’t know if we should.” My eyes glance toward her closed bedroom door, but I know she wants it. She was the one to suggest it.
“Have you ever had a boy in your room?”
"Yes."
"Brandon and your brother don't count." A snort of a laughter leaves her.
"How do you even know these things?"
"I talk to the locals, and they're not afraid to share, especially after a few drinks."
I'm good at remembering faces and names along with details. It's a skill set I developed young. Back then it was about getting ahead, but this is different. Here people know all about my wife, and I want to know those things too. We grew up so differently.
"No boys in my bedroom," she admits.
"You ever touch yourself here?" I press my cock into her pussy.
"Yes."
A small groan leaves me, imagining her slipping her hand down her panties and making herself orgasm.
"The last time?" I need to know.
"The other day." I want a front-row show, but I don't think I'd make it through without pouncing on her. Tinsley's cheeks start to flush.
"What were you thinking about?" I have a pretty good idea, but I want her to admit she touched herself to thoughts of me.
"You know what? I was thinking about you, and I have to tell you it was very anticlimactic." Does she think that's a jab at me? The smugness in her tone and on her beautiful face says it does.
"I'm sorry you were left disappointed." My own way of poking back at her is being agreeable. She wants a fight, but I can't say I don't enjoy that and most certainly love my front-row seat to those too. "Now that we're married, you come to me and I'll take care of it for you."
"You're rather cocky. How do I know you’ll be able to get the job done correctly?”
"I wouldn't say I'm cocky; I'm only confident that I will make you come for me, and hey, if you say I fucking suck, I'll keep on training until I get it right."
"Really?" Her nose scrunches.
"Are you serious right now?"
"I don't know. A lot of men aren't that way."
"You need to give up the side business you got going on on social media. It's got your bar for men on the fucking ground." She softens a fraction under me.
"Yeah, it has jaded me a little."
"Allow me the pleasure of trying to raise it for you." I put the try in there with purpose. It should never be a task that is complete. Every day you keep it up.
“Okay.” It comes out sultry, her breathing already picking up. “We have to be quick.”
“And quiet,” I whisper next to her ear, and she gives a slight nod.
The feel of her small, soft body under mine has possessive thoughts flooding me.
That Tinsley is not only mine to protect and care for, but she's also mine to play with.
To do all the dirty things that have been flooding my mind for days.
I need to remind myself that I need to take it slow. But I can have a little taste.
I slightly rock my hips, rutting my dick against her pussy as I keep kissing along her neck and jaw, getting off on the small hitches of her breathing.
It feels perverse doing this here, but I’m not stopping.
The way she’s reacting to me tells me she doesn’t want me to either.
She likes the thrill of what we’re doing in her childhood bedroom.
When I rock my hips harder and a louder moan comes from her, I lift my head to claim her mouth. I grip her chin in a firm hold as I deepen the kiss and keep rutting on top of her, the need to consume her crawling inside of me desperately trying to get out.
I let her chin go but not her wrists. I keep them locked above her head as my other hand roams her body, under her sweater. I shouldn’t push it up, but fuck it. This morning she taunted me with those tiny puckered nipples, and I need my mouth on them.
I shove her shirt up, revealing her spectacular tits to me.
"Pierce—" She squirms, not sure what she fully needs.
"Be still for me, baby; I need to see you." I have no clue what I’m doing, but I’m a quick study.
Her body will tell me everything I need to know.
I cup one of her tits in my hands, feeling it out and memorizing every detail.
It's a perfect handful for me, her small pink tips begging for my attention.
I wrap my mouth around one and suck greedily. I squeeze her other tit in my hand, my cock pulsing with every suck of her pert nipple. I release it when a louder moan leaves her.
"I need you to stay quiet, or I will stop," I warn, keeping my voice firm. Her eyes widen a fraction, and she shakes her head adamantly, not wanting me to stop, pressing her lips into a hard line. "Good girl," I tell her as I shift partly off but keep part of my weight on her.
I trail my hand down lower, cupping her pussy outside of her leggings. I stroke her, and she shuts her eyes tightly, trying to keep quiet. Then I slip my hand down her pants, my fingers skimming the lips of her sex.
I can't stop my own small groan when I find her soaked for me. I thrust one finger through, finding her tiny, needy clit. Tinsley's body bucks, and then a shiver goes through her.
"You're being so good for me, nice and quiet," I praise.
I latch on to her nipple again as I stroke her plump clit in firm circles. I can feel the tension in her body, and I keep sucking on her flesh, eagerly toying with her nipple, pretending it's her clit, and I have my mouth between her thighs.
I can feel my own pent-up need coursing through my body, a deep ache forming in my balls. Tinsley's thighs spread more as little pants leave her. She is close but not yet. I have to feel inside of her.
I slip my fingers down further, finding her small hole. Fuck, she is tiny everywhere. Her pussy is soaking my hand, but I still have to slowly work my finger into her. She’s so fucking tight. Thoughts of how she will feel wrapped around my cock flash through my mind.
"You've never had anything inside this pussy, have you?
" I whisper. She shakes her head no. "Now you have.
" I move my fingers faster, her warm heat surrounding it, clinging to me.
I press my palm over her pussy firmly to rub down on her clit as I keep thrusting in and out of her.
"Are you going to let me in here?" I lick her neck, burying my face there.
I have one of my legs thrown over hers, completely trapping her under me.
"Yes."
“I love how wet you are for me. It’s going to make it easier when I slide my cock inside of you.” I thrust my fingers faster. “Look how good you’re adjusting and getting ready for me. Your pussy is begging for me.”
“Pierce,” she moans louder, her cunt fluttering about my fingers. I release my hold on her wrist to put my hand over her mouth as she starts to come for me. I rock against her hip, my own orgasm hitting at the feel of her pussy clamping down around my fingers.
I bury my face in her neck to muffle my own groans.
Tinsley moans into my hand, and I fucking hate it.
I want to hear her. She arches her back, her hips bucking, and I grind my palm down to milk the orgasm from her.
I lift my head, not wanting to miss how she looks.
Fuck, she’s even more gorgeous when she comes.
Soon enough she’ll be coming on my cock.
Patience. I push the thought of taking her fully to the back of my mind, reminding myself that I need to take this slow with her. No matter how bad the need I have for her is. Her little mewls aren’t helping.
When her eyes lock with mine and pleasure engulfs her, it pushes me over the edge with her. She’s a sight to behold, the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life, and I know she always will be.