Chapter 19
NINETEEN
KOR
I couldn’t fucking believe it when she came back to the kitchen that third time. Her beautiful body was completely on display.
The tiny white triangles at the top of the suit barely covered her nipples, which were poking against the thin fabric. And down below, I could almost see the slit of her soft little pussy through the bottom triangle.
“Well? What do you think?” I could hear the nervousness in her voice and see the vulnerability on her gorgeous face. It hurt my heart to think that years of abuse had put that uncertainty in her eyes.
“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I said truthfully. “And that suit looks amazing on you.”
She blushed with pleasure.
“Well…thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I murmured. “I’m only telling the truth.”
I let my eyes linger on her breasts and then between her thighs and then down to her legs and back up to her luscious lips. Goddess, she was so fucking gorgeous! My cock was so stiff it was pressing against my fly. It ached fiercely as I moved a little, trying to make more room.
“You’re very kind.” She shifted and took a step towards me. “Would…would you like to feel the fabric of this one, too?”
My breath seemed to catch in my throat.
“You, uh, wouldn’t mind?”
“No…it’s very silky. Here…” She stepped between my legs and took my right hand. Carefully, she placed it on her breast.
I had to bite back a groan at the way her soft, heavy breast filled my palm. I could feel the tight point of her nipple under the thin white fabric. Tentatively, I slid my thumb over it, then circled it lightly.
“Ohhh…” Vivienne moaned and threw back her head. “Oh, that feels…feels so good.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said hoarsely. “I’m just touching the fabric, right?”
“Oh, right.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Yes, and that can’t be wrong. I mean, as long as there’s something between your hand and my…and me,” she ended breathlessly.
“Exactly.” I nodded.
What are you doing? This is wrong! Shouted a voice in my head, but I pushed it away. Nothing had ever felt so right as touching the woman in front of me. She was so fucking gorgeous and her wild, feminine scent was filling my head, making me almost dizzy with need.
But though I wanted to do a hell of a lot more, I restrained myself.
Vivienne was trusting me not to go too far—not to hurt her like she’d been hurt in the past. So I kept a reign on my baser instincts and just kept sliding my thumb back and forth over the tight point of her nipple.
It was up to her if she wanted to take things further… and pretty soon, she did.
“Since we’re not breaking any Unbreakable Laws, maybe…maybe you’d like to feel the fabric of the bottom part too,” she murmured. Her heart was pounding—I could hear it. I wondered dimly why I was so attuned to her.
“Sure, if you want to let me,” I said.
“Here…feel it here.”
She took my other hand and put it between her thighs. Before I knew it, I was cupping the soft little mound of her pussy.
“Mmm, it’s very soft,” I said, my voice coming out ragged with desire. I let my fingers slip inward, finding her sweet little slit and rubbing gently to open her pussy lips.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned again. “Oh Goddess, yes Kor!”
“Do you like it when I rub the fabric here?” I asked, pressing inward with my fingertips. I could feel her heat and wetness, which was coming through the thin fabric. She was slippery inside—so hot and wet and ready for me.
Part of me wanted to grab her hips, lift, and lay her on the kitchen table, then sink my cock deep in that warm willing little cunt I was cupping in my hand.
But again, I restrained myself. That would be breaking the Unbreakable Rules—and also breaking Vivienne’s trust at the same time.
No matter how hot and ready her pussy felt, we needed to take things slow.
I slid my fingertips up and down the furrow I’d made in the damp fabric until I found the tight little button of her clit. She was so wet it was easy to caress her right through the tiny bikini bottoms, teasing her until she cried and writhed against my hand.
“Oh, Kor…that feels so good,” she moaned. “Feels like…like I’m right…right on the edge of something but I can’t quite get there.”
“You need to come, baby,” I growled softly. Had she really never had an orgasm before? If my uncle had been the bastard I thought he was, I wouldn’t be surprised. “Just relax,” I told her. “I’ll try to help you get there.”
But though I rubbed and teased and traced her little clit with my fingers and she moaned and rubbed eagerly against my hand, she couldn’t quite seem to reach the peak.
“I need more,” she complained. “Please, Kor—I’m so close.”
I frowned.
“I know you need to come, baby but the only other thing I can think to do is to suck your nipples or slip my fingers into these little bikini bottoms and stroke your bare pussy,” I told her. “Do you want me to do either one of those things? To help give you more stimulation?”
Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head.
“Oh, no! That would be…we would be breaking the Unbreakable Laws—wouldn’t it?”
We technically wouldn’t be breaking the Unbreakable Laws unless I full-on fucked her and came inside her…but I didn’t know if it was wise to say that. We were already going a lot further than we should…not that I wanted to stop.
“Then I won’t do that,” I told her, looking into her eyes. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Kor. Oh…maybe we should stop.”
With a frustrated little moan, she pulled away from me. Then she looked down at herself.
“Oh my Goddess, I can’t believe we did that.”
I followed her eyes and saw how damp her bikini bottoms had become…how the fabric was clinging to her spread pussy lips and the aching little bud of her clit.
God, I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees, pull that tiny scrap of fabric aside, and worship her with my tongue. I was sure I could make her come that way. And I wanted to taste her sweet juices. I could smell her heat in the air, and it was driving me fucking crazy.
“I was only feeling the fabric of your suit,” I reminded her, hoping to make her feel better. “That’s all. No rule-breaking here.”
“I guess you’re right.” She nodded uncertainly. “Um…I’d better get dressed again. It’s time to make something to eat. Are you hungry for that steak now?”
Not as hungry as I am for you, sweetheart, I thought but didn’t say. Instead, I nodded.
“Sure. I could eat.”
“Good, because I make a mean steak.” She nodded at me and gave me a fleeting smile. Then she scampered off, leaving me with an aching cock and the warm scent of her feminine need still hanging in the air.