Page 31 of The Pact

I arch my back, leaning the back of my head against the wall to offer him better access.

A moan breaks the silence of this early summer night and I realize that it’s coming from me when Bode swipes his tongue at the base of my neck, at the very edge of my collarbone.

I moan again and that seems to encourage him to suck a little harder.

When I think I just can’t take it anymore, his lips abandon my neck, continuing their journey down my chest and tracing the neckline of my tank top.

I realize that I was holding my breath only when he pushes the thin fabric down, moving my bikini top at the same time.

His mouth finally reaches his hand and I almost jump with the sensation caused by the tip of his tongue against my pebbled nipple.

He flicks his tongue against it, once, twice and I have to remind myself to breathe.

“You have the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen, Ausra,” he says before closing his mouth on the impossibly stiff peak and sucking it into his mouth, circling around it with his tongue.

What do you say when a guy compliments your boobs? “Thank you” somehow seems inadequate and I’m beyond coherent speech right now anyway, so I just react with a smile, daring to unfasten one of the buttons of his shirt.

His skin is smooth and warm under my fingertips and when Bode responds by biting softly on my bottom lip, I unfasten another button and then another.

I saw his perfect, chiseled chest earlier today and I now marvel at how good his skin feels to the touch. So good that I want to feel his naked chest against mine.

He seems to understand what I want because he kisses me again, pressing me against the wall and lowering the other strap of my tank top.

One of his hands keeps massaging my breasts as he claims my mouth again, hot and demanding.

I’m so swept away by his kisses that I only realize that his other hand has found the hem of my denim skirt when I feel his rough fingertips traveling up my thigh.

I honestly have no idea what he wants to do to me.

I feel him hard against my hip and I consider for the first time that he might want to do it.

Am I ready to give him everything? I barely know this guy but for once I decide that I don’t care. I’m tired of overthinking every action, of analyzing every thought.

I don’t even let my mind go there, to what my dad would say if he could see me now.

Bode is hot and kind and not for one second tonight have I felt anything but beautiful and wanted. So for once, I’ll let my body be the judge of how far I should let things go.

And my body must be in on whatever Bode is planning because when his fingers reach the edge of my bikini bottoms and begin teasing the edge near the apex of my thighs, my body’s response is totally enthusiastic.

It’s like everything else around me has ceased to exist except for his mouth, his solid chest and his hands. I can’t feel anything but his touch, even my heart seems to have stopped. The only thing that tells me that I’m not dead is the throbbing pulse between my thighs. It intensifies to a needy ache when the tip of one of Bode’s fingers sneaks between the fabric of my bikini bottoms and my skin.

“Oh.” I gasp when he runs a finger over my center all the way up to where the throbbing feels stronger.

His lips leave mine as he looks into my eyes. “Ausra, I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”

I don’t tell him that right now, I’d let him do anything he wants, I just nod, biting on my bottom lip when he slides my bottoms down and touches me again.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, and from his tone I understand that’s a good thing.

His fingers explore my skin with slow confidence, letting my breathing guide him to where his touch is more needed.

He finds the exact place where I need to be touched and begins stroking in tight, slow circles, applying a light pressure.

The sensation is incredible, it’s like a buzzing low current that spreads all over every nerve ending in my body.

My breathing speeds up as I let out a desperate moan.

“Do you need more, pretty girl?” His voice is low and soft and it reverberates through me. I can’t talk, I don’t trust my voice not to tremble, so I nod.

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