Chapter 16 #3
I sat back, floored. Warmth spread through my chest, and a grin spread across my face. Say what you will, but damn if that was the best ego boost.
“New game. We’ll start easy. Pick a number between one and ten.”
“Three,” she said, her voice wavering.
“You sure about that? It’s your final choice?” I teased.
She nodded, a little more confident.
“Very well. I’m going to play with your beautiful body and make you come. But only three times.”
Her face fell, and I wanted to laugh. Instead, I remained calm. “What did you think the number was for?” My hands moved up to caress her breasts.
“Whipping me,” she whispered, gulping.
“Did you see a whip in my bag when you unpacked it, angel?” She shook her head. “Then you have nothing to worry about. But we’ll add whips to the list of topics for tomorrow’s conversation. I’m not sure I like the way you tensed up when you mentioned the word.”
Turning my attention away from the clear indication that she was uncomfortable, I squeezed her nipples hard. She let out the sweetest gasp. Trailing my hands down her soft stomach, my fingers found the faintest outlines of stretch marks. I sought them out with purpose.
The raised texture called to me, and I was equally fascinated with them. I closed my eyes, and without warning, a vivid image slammed into me—her body swollen with my child, belly tight and full, glowing with the promise of something we had created.
The vision was primal, possessive, and so erotic it nearly stole my breath. Especially given my thoughts on fathering a child.
What the actual hell?
“Andrew,” she breathed, her cheeks flushing as her hands instinctively flew to cover her stomach.
My gaze followed the movement, and I tilted my head. “Let me guess…these embarrass you?”
She hesitated for a second before nodding, her voice tight. “Yes. They’re hideous.”
“No.” I reached out, wrapping my fingers around her wrists to still them, then lowered her hands. “Tori, here’s what we’re not going to do—we’re not going to use negative self-talk, especially about your body. Understand?”
Her eyes searched mine, and I could see the doubt buried deep, the years of damage done by a man who made her believe she was less.
I smoothed my thumbs over her skin, grounding her. “Your body did what it was meant to do. It created life. You carried your son—your miracle—and that, alone, makes every part of you more beautiful than you’ll ever realize.”
She blinked rapidly, her lip trembling.
“Would you trade him to not have these marks?”
“Of course not,” she whispered, voice breaking. “It’s just—”
“I’m going to assume your next words have something to do with some stupid shit your ex-husband used to say.”
Her head jerked up. “Ex?” The word came out in a shaky whisper, eyes wide and almost disbelieving.
I met her gaze without flinching. “Unless you’re planning on staying married to him?”
She blinked, her lips parting, then slowly shook her head. “No. I just… I’ve never let myself think that far ahead.”
“Well, you should start. But back to these,” I murmured and leaned down, trailing my tongue across one of the small marks. “I’m becoming so fascinated with your body so much, so I want to memorize each line and mark you have. Eyes on me, please.”
They locked onto mine. After some time, I moved lower to her inner thighs, and she opened wider for me. Slipping my fingers between her soft lips, I moved them up and down her pussy.
My middle finger teased the sensitive opening and then her clit, which throbbed under my touch. Her hips moved up, trying to add more pressure.
Removing my hand completely, I smacked her pussy. “Be still,” I admonished her.
Gasping, she nodded and settled back down. I began again, curling my fingers deep inside her, rubbing her G-spot. With one hand between her legs, I moved the other to her breasts. Paying close attention to her breathing let me know her orgasm was building up.
“It aches,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”
Methodically, I continued to caress her. Leaning down, I kissed along her ear and murmured deeply into it. “Do you want to come now?”
“Please,” she begged.
I stared down as my fingers disappeared inside her soaking pussy. Tears filled her eyes, and I’d never seen anything as stunning as she was at that moment. Caught in the split second before her body let go. So close to release. I couldn’t help but prolong it for a second longer.
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir, I want it so bad. The sensation is too much. It’s like sweet torture.” I slowed my movements even more, waiting for her to tell me directly what she wanted. Holding her on the brink and not pushing her over had me dripping.
“Can you use your words, angel? Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Ooh, mmm,” she moaned before reaching up and pulling my face toward hers. “Kiss me and then make me come hard all over your fingers, Sir.”
My lips met hers, and the minute my tongue pushed through, I slipped my fingers deep inside her and curled them. My thumb moved back and forth across her clit.
Within seconds, wave after wave ripped through her body as she did exactly as she said. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers almost painfully. I swallowed all sounds from her as I ravished her mouth.
The moment her pussy loosened its grip on my fingers, I pulled them out and doubled my efforts on her clit, forcing her to go over a second time. The strength of it had her bucking her hips hard, and her mouth tore away from mine as she sucked in a huge breath and screamed my name.
Her body contorted and her toes curled as the orgasm tore through her with pleasure. I relaxed my grip on her pussy and kissed her. Tears ran down her face, and my heart clenched in my chest at the soft, sweet look in her eyes.
“Two down, only one more to go,” I growled, repositioning myself over her. “Tongue or cock?”