Page 61 of Boarded Hearts

As I part my legs, my hands still pinned above my head, Jon trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh. “What am I going to find up here?” he rasps into the shell of my ear.

I can’t find it in me to reply, my voice overpowered with need.

“Use your words, Angel. Tell me what I’m going to find up here?”

I gulp, hard. “M-my pussy.”

His mouth makes its way back to my collarbone as he starts placing open mouth kisses where he’s quickly learned my body responds most. Truth is, I respond to everything he does; it’s like we’re in perfect synchronization, and he knows what I want more than I do. “That’s right, and do you know what I’m going to do to your pussy tonight?”

I shake my head, already feeling the unbearable ache building. “No.”

“I’m going to taste it.”

“Please,” I beg, the intensity of his words and touch proving too much.

“Please what?”

“Please t-taste me.”

No sooner have the words left my mouth than I feel the pressure of two thick fingers against my entrance. I’m so wet, he enters with ease, his fingers scissoring as he pumps them for the first time.

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He curls his fingers on the second pump, finding that spot I’ve always struggled to reach myself. My hips shoot off the bed in response. I’ve lost total control of my body and mind.

“You like that, Angel? Do you like my fingers in that tight, wet cunt of yours? Because I love it.” My wetness is audible in an otherwise silent room. “That noise, the sound of your tight wet pussy taking my fingers, I’ve imagined it every time I’ve fantasized about you, but nothing could compare to the real thing. Now tell me, are you close?”

My toes curl and when he releases my wrists and my arms fly down, fisting the bed sheets. “I’m going t-to come.”

I crash over the edge. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. I’ve never been noisy in bed but tonight, I scream Jon’s name as his thumb slowly rubs circles over my sensitive clit. Drawing his fingers out, he sits up on his knees. “Eyes on me, Angel. I want you to watch the first time I taste you.” He brings his fingers to his mouth, dripping with my arousal, and as he sucks on each one in turn, he never takes his eyes from mine, and I swear I come again at that sight alone.“You’re so sweet, baby, I think you should taste too.” He leans down and traces the only finger he’s yet to suck across my lips and I part, taking it into my mouth and tasting myself. “Good girl.”

“On your knees for me, Felicity. I’m not done with my meal.” The use of my name melts my bones. I’m a puddle, fighting to obey his commands.Desperate for him to touch me again.

Once on all fours, I push away feelings of self-consciousness. He can see every part of me, but somehow, I’ve never felt more at ease. I trust him, and I want this. I want him.

“Jesus, I wish you could see yourself right now. This glistening pussy.” He swipes his fingers through my heat and brings one to his mouth again. “I’m starving and you taste. So. Fucking. Good.”

I cry out, sensitive from my last high and desperate for more. “Ohmygod, Jon. More.”

“Do you know how fucking amazing it feels to hear my name on your lips as you come apart for me? Do you know how many times I’ve gripped and stroked myself thinking about the way my name would tumble from your lips?”

“Me, too.” I gasp.

In response he unleashes an almighty growl as he places a hand on each of my ass cheeks, parting me wider. “Oh, baby, you are so beautiful.”

He eats me out like I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste, his tongue flat as it swipes from my clit all the way to the tight hole no one has ever touched. He pierces my pussy with his tongue. “I could feast on you for hours, but I want you to come for me. Explode in my mouth, baby.”

He continues to devour me in long skillful strokes, sucking on my clit as he passes over it. He knows exactly what I want and when I need it. “Argh, Jon!” I come undone at the seams, my face buried in the bed, my hands gripping onto something, anything to steady myself.

As I ride my orgasm, I feel his finger press slightly against my ass. “That’s a good girl for me, Angel, and one day I’ll take you here if you want me to.”

I want him to take me any way he wants. Any last shred of willpower to resist has long left the building. “Yes,” I reply. “But I want you to fuck me.”

He turns me back over, so we’re face to face with his hands on my waist and when I set eyes on him, he’s shaking his head. “Not tonight, Felicity.”

My heart drops. Why not tonight? He had no problem fucking other women he’d never see again. So why not me? What’s wrong with me? “Why not?” I ask, rejection creeping up my spine.

Pulling me to his body, I’m now straddling him in the same way we did last night, Jon on his knees, my legs wrapped around his hips. “Because I can’t stay tonight.” My heart drops further at the thought of the loss.“I need to leave my place at five in the morning, and there’s no way I’m fucking you to then just leave you. I couldn’t help but have a taste of you tonight.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and kisses my cheek softly. “I can’t fuck you and then disappear for two weeks. The first time I take you, I want to do it again and again and again, and then I want to hold you all night and have you again in the morning.”

My heart catches in my throat. I can’t be pissed or disappointed. As much as I want him, I know he’s right. “Let me do something for you then,” I offer.

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