CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
It might be a new personal mission to make her utter that exasperation as often as possible, but right now, I settle for clearing things up.
Despite how right she feels in my arms, pressed against me, I throw a hand towel down so she doesn’t slip and park her sweet ass on an empty spot of the bathroom counter, soap bubbles bursting beside her. “You were already exactly how I wanted you, Sylvie.”
Her veil of confidence slips ever so slightly, revealing a hint of vulnerability in her glossy eyes—the fucked-up worry that she’s not enough—before she throws her arms behind her, arching her back and forcing her perky tits front and center. “Sweaty?”
“Yes.” I lift her sore ankle, pleased when I find it wasn’t aggravated by her jumping around tonight. I set that heel and the other one on the edge of the black soapstone countertop, spreading her wide open. “And wet because you came so pretty for me.”
“And you for me,” she taunts with a smug grin.
“And me for you,” I agree, aware that empowered her.
She pulls her hair out of the claw clip she twisted it into, letting the dark brown strands curtain her radiant face. “You have something against hygiene?”
“Definitely not. I could get drunk on your vanilla-bourbon bodywash.” I shrug off my drenched suit jacket, toss it on the counter, and thrust two fingers inside her pretty, shaved pussy, reveling in the way she gasps and lifts her hips to meet my thrusts.
“But I wasn’t done. And you sprinted for the shower because you were self-conscious. ”
Obstinacy flickers across her gorgeous face. She doesn’t like being read any more than I do.
“If you hadn’t barreled in here, all crazy-eyed, and ripped me out of it—” She breaks off abruptly to moan when my thumb circles her clit, but she fights her euphoric stupor. “I would have invited you to join me.”
“If it hadn’t been about you questioning yourself, you would’ve invited me to begin with.
Instead of sneaking away, you would’ve grasped how I see you—like a goddamn work of art—and how much I want you.
” I glide my free hand over the small of her back, stationing myself closer between her spread legs and curling my fingers inside her to hit that magical spot that will have her seeing stars.
“But as it stands, me accepting such an invitation wasn’t an option for tonight. ”
Beads of water trickle off her as she rocks, and her lower lip quivers. She’s so close to coming again, but she still manages to huff, “Why not?”
“Because if I’d gotten in that shower with you, Sly, I couldn’t have resisted fucking you.”
Her jaw unhinges, like she’s been punched. “And you’re not planning to fuck me?”
“My, how the tables have turned, baby.” I tsk, but combat her indignation with a faster tempo on her clit and G-spot, which seems to be the key to her unraveling. “Are you begging me to destroy the friendship?”
She hesitates. The inner battle assaulting her is apparent in her held breath and darting eyes. “I’m good with this just being a birthday present. Celebrating thirty with orgasms is enough. I don’t need more.”
No idea why that fucking spears me. This was the original goal.
One night so we could both move on. What she’s suggesting is even better.
I’d get to have her tonight and not have to sacrifice hanging out with her tomorrow.
But she deserves more than the asshole I used to be, and while I have no experience with being more, I crave being everything she needs.
“This will undoubtedly be a birthday you won’t forget.” I whip my fingers out of her sopping heat and bring them down in a swift spank on her pussy.
“Holy fu—” is all she squeaks out, but her eyes brim with carnal cravings. That sting is about to send her over the edge.
Pumping three fingers back into her, I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips, diving in for more.
She gasps, teetering on the brink of her impending orgasm.
I keep my rhythm steady while kneading her breast with my other hand and biting her bottom lip to the chorus of her whimpers and muffled screams. She lifts her hips to deepen my fingers inside her, unabashedly fucking my hand and plundering every morsel of pleasure she can as she leaps off the rapturous cliff.
“That’s it,” I rasp against her mouth, relishing how stunning she is in the throes of ecstasy. “Such a good girl for me.”
“Fuck,” she mutters, still soaring into oblivion, her thighs quaking and inner walls pulsing around my fingers until she finally calms and tries to center her breathing. “That was …” She can’t seem to find her words, blissed out beyond explanation.
She trembles with aftershocks, but like everything with Sylvie, she beelines for the best route to get what she wants. Despite the tremors racking her limbs, she slinks her hand between my legs, cupping my balls and pumping my length through my pants. And, fuck, I nearly forget my main objective.
Nearly.
“Greedy girl.” I clasp her wrist, moving her hand to my chest before I smooth her tousled locks away from her glowing face. “You don’t get my cock inside your perfect pussy until you beg for it, until you want it more than anything else. Including whatever fear you’re holding on to.”
Her jaw tightens, ire marring her otherwise satiated expression. “You want me to beg you for everything, so you can …”
Guilt replaces the ire, and she hangs her head on a jagged exhale.
Lifting her chin, I plant a quick kiss on her nose.
“You’ve earned the right to have some venom in there, baby girl.
It’s not meant for me, but I can handle it, especially when you let me have the rest of you.
” I remove my cum-coated fingers from her cunt, bring them to my mouth, and suck them clean with a rumble in my throat. “So fucking sweet.”
I thrust my fingers back into her to gather more of her arousal and sink them into her mouth. She closes around them with a torrid hum for her own flavor. Once they’re clean, she releases them, and I glide my tongue across the seam of her lips for another taste.
“Mind-blowing crème br?lée.”
That garners me a laugh. Progress.
I hoist her into my arms, and she immediately wraps herself around me, but I have no intention of leaving the warmth of this room. I’m just readjusting her. I grab some fluffier towels, placing them on the counter so she’s more comfortable when I set her back down.
Steam billows around us, and while the mirror is fogged up, the glass wall isn’t too bad, so I saunter over to the button that invokes the switchable-mirror mode on it.
“What’s that for?” Hesitancy and curiosity thread her question as she stares at her naked reflection.
“You won’t forget the way you feel tonight, but a clear visual will help keep the memory strong.” I pick up the bench that’s near the tub and place it in front of her, taking a seat and skating my hands over her thighs with plain intentions. “This is thirty.”
Dipping my head between her legs, I get my first real taste. That sampling on my fingers was nothing. I’m already certain I’ll be a fiend for this woman.
“Fuck, Sylv.” I thrust my tongue further inside her. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve fantasized about this—devouring you? Nonstop for months, baby.”
“I can’t.” She fists my hair, yanking my head up. “There’s no way I can come again.”
“You’ve got another one, Sly. It’ll be the strongest one yet.”
“I’d rather have you in my mouth.” There’s a plea in her voice that’s nearly my undoing.