Page 27 of Shared Spaces

“Gwen?” I whisper after closing the bedroom door behind me and locking it.

“Over here,” Gwen says from across the room.

I can’t see a fucking thing in front of me except the outline of the bed. I make my way closer and can make out where Gwen is sitting, right at the edge.

I turn my phone on, but before I can turn the flashlight on, Gwen reaches out and smacks the phone from my hands.

“No lights,” she whispers, standing to her feet in front of me.

“I wanna see you,”

“Not yet.” she says as she reaches out, trailing her fingers down my stomach.

“How does it feel so far?”

I can’t stop myself from touching her, so I bring my hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her wetness right away.

“Mmm—I should have played with you even longer,” I groan.

The second I slip my hand under her dress, she rocks her hips forward, trying to glide her pussy against my hand. Without even thinking about it, I grip her panties and rip them from her in one pull, laughing to myself when she lets out a helpless gasp.

“Can I taste you?” I groan, kneeling down in front of her so I’m at eye level with her glistening pussy.

“Fuck y-yes,” she replies, laying herself back onto the bed with her legs spread out slightly.

“F-fuck,” I moan before sticking my tongue out to gently graze over her clit.

She moans, reaching her hands down to grip my hair as she tilts her hips upwards. Humming gently against her clit, I reach up and slowly pull the plug halfway out of her ass before pushing it back in again, keeping pressure on the base so it stimulates her insides even deeper.

Throwing her head back, she gives control over to me completely.

“That feels— so fucking g-good!” she squeals, reaching down to grip the sheets on both sides of her.

I can no longer rationalize with myself. My cock is rock hard, and I’m not so sure I can hold off on fucking her much longer.

Distracted by my racing thoughts, I can hear her say something, but it doesn’t register until she says it again.

“I need you—inside me.” She moans, this time much louder, snapping me out of the trance I was in.

Shit.

“Gwen…” I groan, bringing my head up from between her legs.

She props herself up on her elbows, looking at me with a desire I’ve never been met with before.

I haven’t a clue what to do about it.

Before I can say a word, her facial expression changes and now she looks confused. Angry even.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” I can hear a slight tremble in her voice.

“Gwen, I—”

“I don’t need you to answer that,” she sighs, rolling herself away from me and off the bed.

I still can’t see her until she opens the door and leaves me there, without saying a word.

Fuck.

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