Page 90 of Frayed Bonds

“The nearest art store closes in thirty minutes.” I moan out.

“How far is it?”

“About ten minutes.”

“I can do a lot in ten minutes.”

Chapter thirty-seven

Valerie

His lips continue their sweet assault, the sensitivity around my scar only heightening the tingles rushing through my body. Lowering himself on top of me he brings his lips to mine. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips.

Ambrose leans back to look at me. He’s completely dishevelled, a devilish smirk graces his lips as he takes in the sight of me sprawled across his bed.

He slowly spreads my legs apart, my dress rising higher up on my thighs as he moves in between them, before bending down to face me again. His lips leave a trail of desperate wet kisses along my neck, after a moan escapes my throat he begins focusing on the same area that triggered the lewd noise. My fingers trail desperately into his hair as I try to do anything in my power to bring him closer. To have as much of him as I possibly can. Tugging on the strands of his hair a groan leaves his throat, good to know he’s just as affected by me as I am by him.

“Fuck,” I whisper out and his hips buck into mine, bringing his bulge into direct contact with my clit and the whisper quickly turns into a broken cry. Clearly amazing at taking a hint, he repeats his actions grinding into me repeatedly.

The kisses his lips leave behind begin trailing further and further down my chest until they ghost past my nipples. They perk up at the attention and he places gentle kisses on both of them. They're not what he’s after as he continues further down my body, eliciting moans from deep within me until he moves completely out of my grasp.

He smiles up at me lazily as his green eyes bore into mine. The darkness that overtakes them, making them appear forest green, is no match for the pure excitement and lust that sparkles within them. His fingertips move underneath the hem of my dress slowly pushing it further up. The feeling of his cool rings grazing along my thighs sends a shiver running through me. A cool breeze hits my core as he reveals my pink lace panties and I can tell how wet they are.

“You look like a vision straight out of my wet dreams,” he mumbles more to himself than me.

“Aww, you have wet dreams about me?” I can’t help the grin that lifts the one corner of my lips

“More than you fucking know,” his deep green eyes stare back at me through thick lashes as he crouches down at the edge of the bed. His hands grip into my hips and in one swift, rough, motion he pulls me until my pussy is directly in front of his face.

“Lay down and relax, sweetheart.” He smirks and starts to place soft pecks all along my thigh.

With each centimetre, he gets closer to my core, the more I can feel my juices slowly drip out of me. As he finally reaches exactly where I need him, he stops to stare at me. Thoughts race through my head as I wonder what could possibly be wrong to have him stop and stare at me like this.

Every insecurity is wiped from my mind as he places a soft peck on top of my clit, repeatedly, until I nearly lose my fucking mind. “Ambrose,” I cry out. I’m begging but I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

“Is something wrong, sweetheart?” He pulls back and I want to scream out in objection.

I rapidly shake my head and he returns his head to its previous position and continues his torturous movements, “Ambrose, we don't have much ti-”

He shuts me up by firmly placing his thumb on my clit, and I forget why even started speaking.

“I know how much time we have, sweetheart.”

The next thing I know my panty is laying next to my head and Ambrose’s warm breath is grazing over my pussy. His breath along with the cool winter breeze hits me all at once and I can’t tell which one feels better.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He trails his finger along my folds gently, simply admiring what’s in front of him as if it were a perfect art piece, and then, like a mad man starved for years he feasts.

His hot tongue presses flat onto my clit and I see stars. A broken moan leaves my lips as he begins sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my fingers finding their way to his hair again in an attempt to hold him in place. I can feel his smirk against me before he slips a finger inside me,

“You taste so fucking sweet sweetheart.”

The name seems very fitting now.

His other hand reaches up and cups my breast, toying with the previously neglected nipple, giving it the attention it so desperately craves. Every sense in my body is alight, I can feel him everywhere, smell the scent of my arousal mixed with his aftershave and I’d give anything to return the favour and taste him right now as well.

I scrunch my eyes closed and I can feel the tightening in my core as he adds a second finger and my thighs clamp around Ambrose's head. Not that he seems to care, if anything it seems to encourage him and he speeds up his actions.

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